The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 71: Garden of Doubts-1

Some kisses change everything.

The night had cracked something open between them-quiet and dangerous. But morning came with new eyes watching, old names reappearing, and unspoken lines being redrawn.

And Maya? She was about to find out that sometimes, the past doesn’t knock.

It just… pulls up a chair.

“Mr. Miller, your briefing is in an hour,” Trina said, voice ever-professional as she stepped forward. “Please feel free to enjoy breakfast with us while you wait.”

Ethan smiled, eyes still on Maya.

“Would love to.”

But when he moved to sit near her, Damien spoke.

“There’s space at the end,” he said, tone mild but final.

Ethan paused, just slightly.

Then nodded and moved down the table.

Maya didn’t look at Damien.

But she felt him-close and consuming.

And though no one said it aloud….

Everyone felt it.

The air was no longer just humid.

It was charged.

Maya’s breath hitched. She could feel Damien’s silent claim, like a tether pulling her closer even when she wanted to pull away.

And then there was Ethan-his eyes held something more than nostalgia; a quiet obsession

that hadn’t dimmed with time.

No matter how much time had passed, some things-some feelings-never really faded.

Damien didn’t touch his food again.

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71 Garden of Despis |

Clam

Didn’t need to. The heat under his collar was already simmering with every casual word Ethan Miller directed at Maya.

The man was all smooth polish-perfect smile, tailored charm, a gleam in his eye like he’d stepped straight out of a magazine. The kind of man who thrived on being noticed. The kind who always assumed he had a shot.

Damien kept his gaze down, but his ears were tuned like a blade.

“…you were always sketching in the back row. That café near campus-the one with the cheap lattes-you practically lived there, remember?”

Maya’s voice answered softly, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

The words were light, almost careless, but Damien caught the flicker of hesitation in her

eyes.

A quiet, searching touch. No flourish. No show.

Just a hand finding his.

Damien froze.

It wasn’t a performance. Wasn’t for the team, or for Ethan, or for the conversation unraveling around them.

It was for him.

A pulse of warmth, silent and certain. Her way of anchoring him. Of saying I know.

He turned his palm slowly beneath hers and laced their fingers together, pulling their joined hands toward him-not far, just enough. A small shift. A private declaration.

Maya didn’t pull away.

She didn’t look at him either. But her thumb began to stroke gently over his, like she could feel the storm behind his silence. Like she wanted to be the one to calm it.

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