The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 354

Chapter 162: Between Coffee and Desire-3

A slow, knowing smile curved his lips-sure, deliberate. “I won’t give you anything less than the promise you imagined… and the future I intend to give you.”

The air between them thickened, the weight of his certainty settling deep in her chest, warm

and undeniable.

“I’d love that,” she said softly, the warmth in her voice betraying just how much it meant to

her.

Damien exhaled slowly, the corner of his mouth lifting as if restraining himself took actual effort. He reached for her hand, fingers lacing with quiet possession.

“Come on, love.” he said, voice low and amused. “Let’s go have some breakfast.”

His thumb brushed her knuckles as he leaned in just enough for her to feel the heat of him.” I’ve been holding myself back since you stepped out of that shower,” he added softly. “And if we stay in this room one minute longer…”

His gaze darkened, promise heavy there.

“…we’re never making it downstairs.”

“Okay,” she said with a soft laugh, nodding as if agreeing to something far more dangerous.” Yes… let’s go before we really don’t.”

Damien gave a quiet, satisfied hum, squeezing her hand once before turning toward the door. They stepped into the hallway together, fingers still loosely entwined. The manor was already awake-soft footsteps in the distance, the muted clink of china, low voices drifting through the corridors. Reality eased back in, slow and unthreatening.

At the top of the stairs, Damien paused just long enough to glance down at her, thumb brushing her hand once more before letting go. A silent promise. Then, side by side, they

descended.

The morning sun poured through the manor’s wide windows, bathing the dining hall in warm, golden light. The rich aroma of fresh coffee and sizzling eggs wrapped around Maya like a comforting blanket.

The hall was alive with quiet movement-Charles and Eleanor seated at the head of the long table, Dominic and Dahlia beside them. Even Jaime was already there, happily demolishing a massive bowl of oats piled high with walnuts and fresh fruit, entirely absorbed in his

mission.

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Alfred stood nearby, vigilant as ever, quietly orchestrating the room. He moved with practiced ease-refilling coffee cups before they were even half-empty, straightening napkins, adjusting serving dishes, and ensuring breakfast remained as seamless and warm as the sunlight streaming through the windows.

At the soft sound of approaching footsteps, his gaze lifted. Noticing the couple entering together, a gentle, knowing smile touched his features. With a subtle, respectful nod, he greeted them quietly.

“Good morning, Sir Damien. Ms. Maya.”

“Good morning,” Maya replied softly, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

Damien returned the greeting with a brief nod, a rare hint of ease in his voice. “Morning, Alfred.”

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