The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 330

Chapter 153 Eyes That Speak-2

Chapter 153: Eyes That Speak-2

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Dahlia finally pulled back, her hands lingering on Jaime’s cheeks, trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, glossy… but shining with something fierce and tender all at once.

“You… you definitely look like Julian,” she whispered, voice breaking, catching on each word. She

took a shaky breath, as if trying to hold herself together. “Maya… she showed me your photo… but

seeing you-here, in person-it’s… it’s something else.”

Her hands tightened just a fraction, and her gaze softened, searching his face as if memorizing

every line. “And… you have your mother’s eyes.” Her voice faltered, then steadied again, quivering

with raw emotion. “You’re a brave young man… braver than you know. Your parents… they would be

so proud of you… both of you.”

She blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, and just for a moment, let herself be overwhelmed-her chest

rising and falling, tears threatening to spill again-but there was pride, love, and awe mixed into

every quiet, shuddering pause.

The introductions continued with a gentle ease. Dominic led Jaime toward his parents, pride and

nostalgia glimmering in his eyes.

“Son,” Dominic said, resting a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “these are my parents-Charles and

Eleanor Blackwood.”

Charles’s face softened immediately, the familiar spark of recognition lighting in his eyes. “Ah…

Julian’s boy,” he said warmly, stepping forward to shake Jaime’s hand. “You have his manner, you

know. That calm way of speaking-steady but sharp.”

Eleanor smiled tenderly beside him. “And those eyes,” she added softly. “Just like Malia’s.”

The siblings bowed their heads politely, both touched by the quiet fondness in the elder couple’s

tone. The moment hummed with warmth-bittersweet, but healing.

Just then, the butler appeared at the edge of the room, bowing slightly. “Pardon the interruption, dinner is ready.”

Dominic clapped his hands lightly, a playful grin breaking through the lingering emotion. “Perfect

timing. Come on, everyone-let’s eat before the food gets cold. I’d rather not witness the old man’s wrath if he’s left waiting.”

Charles let out a low, mock-scolding scoff, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t tempt me, boy.”

Laughter rippled through the room as they all made their way toward the grand dining hall.

The long mahogany table gleamed under the soft chandelier light, silverware neatly aligned, the

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