Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 659

Damian paused, then let out a resigned sigh. "Alright."

Scarlett, sensing he might not have fully taken her words in, pressed the point gently. "I'm serious, you know."

A faint smile touched Damian's lips. "Serious about what?"

She met his gaze steadily. "The roads are icy. You should stay home and rest up. We... We've got all the time in the world."

With that, she pushed the car door open and stepped out.

Her words hung in the air, leaving Damian momentarily frozen.

Had he heard her right?

All the time in the world?

Was she saying they had a future—together?

"Scarlett, wait—could you say that again?"

But by the time he turned, all he caught was the back of her coat as she walked away.

Shaking himself out of his daze, Damian quickly got out and followed her toward the entrance of the Theron estate. At the front gate, he stopped instinctively. "I'll leave you here," he said softly.

Scarlett glanced up at him, her voice quiet but clear. "Okay. Goodnight. Text me when you're back home."

He didn't want to let her go just yet. Gently, he took her hand and brought it to his lips, leaving a light kiss on her knuckles.

Then he leaned in and wrapped her in a careful hug, his words a warm whisper beside her ear. "All right, I'm heading off now."

His voice held a teasing, intimate quality that sent a subtle shiver through her.

"Yeah, okay," Scarlett murmured, turning her cheek slightly as she nodded.

Damian's reluctance was palpable. He lifted a hand and brushed it lightly over her hair.

"I'm going inside," she said. "You should get going too."

Without looking back, she walked through the iron gates and into the grounds.

Damian stood watching until she disappeared into the main house. Only then did he finally turn and make his way back to the car.

Once inside, he glanced at the empty passenger seat. A quiet emptiness settled in his chest.

But then he remembered—her words before she stepped out. "We've got all the time in the world."

A slow, genuine smile spread across his face.

One day, he thought, they'd share a home. A real one, under the same roof, in the same bed, with everything settled and right.

Scarlett caught her with a laugh, smoothing a hand over her back. "Easy there, sweetheart."

Clara beamed, snuggling into Scarlett's embrace.

Watching his daughter cling to her aunt, Nathan feigned a pout. "You come home and don't even say hi to your dad first?"

Clara, fully aware she was stirring the pot, wrinkled her nose playfully. "Auntie's soft and smells like flowers. You smoke, and your chin's all scratchy. Eww..." She waved a hand in front of her face for effect.

Violet hung Clara's little backpack by the door and smiled at the scene, but stayed quiet.

Noticing her silence, Scarlett glanced down at Clara. "Go give your dad some love, hm?"

Clara straightened up with an exaggerated sigh. "Fiiine."

She padded over to Nathan, who easily swept her up onto his lap.

He wasn't really upset—he knew she was just playing around. Even if she had meant it, it wouldn't have bothered him.

In fact, seeing Clara so attached to Scarlett put him a little more at ease.

If Scarlett never remarried, he thought, then maybe someday Clara would be there to look out for her.

As Clara settled against him, Nathan held her close, his earlier seriousness softening into something warmer, quieter.