The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 325

Chapter 151 Meeting the Matriarchs-2

Chapter 151: Meeting the Matriarchs-2

Eleanor arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Excited implies a lack of restraint.”

He chuckled under his breath. “Fine, then. You’re… eagerly composed.”

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Her lips curved despite herself, a hint of warmth softening her regal composure. “Maybe I am,” she

conceded softly. “I can’t wait for the day we hear little footsteps running around these halls again.”

Charles laughed, rich and affectionate. “This is the first time we’re meeting the girl, my dear-don’t

get ahead of yourself.” He leaned back, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Don’t get me wrong, I’d

love to see our great-grandchildren one day. But what I’m truly eager for…”-his voice softened,

fond-“is to see how our grandson looks when he’s in love. From what Dominic said-and what

Dahlia told him-our boy’s completely smitten. Head over heels. Apparently, he’s wrapped around this young lady’s little finger without her even trying.”

“Good,” Eleanor said briskly, smoothing the silk of her sleeve. “A Blackwood man deserves a

woman who can keep him in line.”

Charles chuckled, shaking his head. “God help our grandson, then.”

Before Eleanor could retort, the faint echo of footsteps drifted from the foyer. She straightened

instantly, every trace of teasing gone from her posture-replaced by that poised, regal composure

that came as naturally as breathing.

“Ah,” Charles murmured, rising from his chair with a slow smile. “Saved by the bell.”

Eleanor’s eyes gleamed, anticipation finally winning over restraint. “At last,” she said, setting down

her cup with quiet precision. “Let’s meet the girl who captured our grandson’s impossible heart.”

Dominic stepped in first, his posture straight, exuding that calm, confident authority he always

carried. Dahlia’s hand rested lightly on his arm, a graceful anchor beside him as she followed, her

presence radiating warmth and quiet elegance.

Behind them, Damien guided Maya with a gentle hand at her back, his other hand brushing hers

occasionally as if to remind her she wasn’t alone. Maya’s steps were measured, heart still fluttering, eyes taking in the opulence of the room and the poised figures before her.

The two pairs moved forward in tandem, the matriarch’s gaze fixed on the newcomer, a spark of curiosity and delight in Eleanor’s sharp eyes. Maya felt a flicker of nerves-but also something else: a strange, grounding reassurance in Damien’s steady presence beside her.

Eleanor’s sharp gaze softened into a warm, assessing smile as the group drew closer. Charles, seated comfortably in his armchair, allowed a small, approving nod to escape him, his eyes

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