The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 326

Chapter 151 Meeting the Matnarchs-3

Chapter 151: Meeting the Matriarchs-3

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“May her soul rest in peace,” she added quietly. “I have no doubt she’s smiling down right now- knowing her daughter has finally found her way home, surrounded by people who will never let her stand alone again.”

She

gave Dahlia’s hands one last squeeze, a gesture both grounding and comforting. Then her gaze drifted-inevitably-to Damien, her expression shifting from empathy to fond affection.

“Damien,” Eleanor said softly, her features warming with unmistakable affection. “It’s so good to have you home, darling. It feels like ages since we’ve seen you.”

A playful glint sparked in her eyes as she added, “You haven’t been getting yourself into too much

trouble, I hope?”

Damien stepped forward, a genuine smile softening his usually composed features as he wrapped his grandmother in a warm embrace. “Grandma… you look wonderful,” he murmured, his tone low but affectionate. “I’m sorry it’s been so long since my last visit-work’s been keeping me far too

busy.”

Pulling back, he turned toward Charles, a hint of playful respect in his voice. “Grandpa.”

Eleanor’s eyes flicked past Damien, finally settling on Maya. Her expression softened from curiosity to gentle scrutiny, a teasing warmth in her gaze. “And you must be the young lady who’s captured my grandson’s attention,” she said, her voice playful yet kind.

Damien pulled back after giving Charles a brief, affectionate hug, then stepped back to stand beside Maya. He cleared his throat softly, offering a reassuring glance at her before guiding her a

step forward. “Grandma, Grandpa… this is Maya.”

Maya’s heart fluttered under their gaze. She drew a steadying breath, forcing a small, respectful

smile. Her voice was barely above a whisper. “It’s… an honor to meet you, Mrs. Blackwood, Mr.

Blackwood.”

Eleanor’s lips lifted in a teasing half-smile, her eyes sparkling with warmth. “Oh, please-call me

tender smile graced her lips, a quiet, adoring acknowledgment of the young woman standing before her.

Maya blinked, caught off guard by the intensity and sincerity of Eleanor’s words. Shock softened

into emotion, her lips parting slightly as tears glimmered at the edges of her eyes. “Th… thank you…

she stammered, her voice trembling. She hesitated a moment, then found the courage to add

softly, “Grandma.”

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