The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 329

Chapter 153: Eyes That Speak-1

Silence lingered like a held breath-fragile, full, and trembling with meaning. In that hush, it wasn’t

grief that filled the room anymore-it was the quiet ache of understanding, of something lost finally finding its way home.

Dominic stepped closer. His voice cracked, soft but unwavering. “I’m sorry we weren’t there when

your parents passed… but I promise you this-we’re here now. Whatever you need, whatever you and your sister need… we’ll stand by you both. If you’ll allow me, I want to be your Godfather. Not

just in name… in every way that matters.”

A soft, shaky laugh slipped past him, threaded with the edge of unshed tears. “And… maybe I can teach you a thing or two about shaving, or tying a tie-things your dad would’ve loved to do with you.” He leaned in slightly, his voice lowering into a tender whisper. “Don’t go to Damien for the first one-he didn’t figure out how to shave properly until he was twenty.”

A ripple of laughter broke the tension-quiet, genuine, a sound that seemed to mend the air.

Jaime’s chest tightened, his eyes glossy. He laughed softly, part awe, part relief. Maya’s hand found his, her thumb tracing small, steady circles as if anchoring him to the moment. The warmth of family, history, and love wrapped around them, gentle and unyielding.

For a heartbeat, the room seemed suspended in quiet awe-the weight of generations and unspoken bonds threading through the air. Dominic felt it too-an unbroken line of love, friendship, and family pulsing, alive, and profoundly real in the boy before him.

Dahlia stepped forward, her eyes glistening, lips trembling with the kind of tenderness only time and love could shape. “Jaime…” she breathed, his name breaking softly from her lips, fragile and

full of meaning.

Dominic blinked rapidly, clearing his throat, forcing himself to steady the emotion threatening to

crack his composure. He gave a small, heartfelt laugh and stepped aside, gesturing between

them.

“Ah! Jaime, son-this is your Aunt Dahlia.”

Jaime straightened instinctively, bowing his head with quiet respect. “Hello, Aunt Dahlia,” he said softly, his voice calm but laced with uncertainty.

Before he could say more, Dahlia’s hands found his face-gentle, trembling, reverent. For a long, breathless heartbeat, she just stared, her thumbs brushing the edges of his jaw as if memorizing him, tracing the ghost of a face she once knew. Then, the floodgates opened.

“Oh, Jaime…” Her voice cracked, and tears spilled freely. She pulled him into her arms, holding him

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