The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 363

Chapter 165: Quiet Consequences-3

Then, just as quickly, her brightness returned. “Talk to you later! Bye, everyone!”

The screen went dark.

Almost on cue, Alfred stepped into the dining hall, carrying a plate stacked with freshly cooked pancakes, steam still curling into the air. Beside him followed a lady from the staff, balancing a serving tray with fluffy scrambled eggs and glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice, their bright color catching the morning light.

Plates were set neatly across the table, cutlery clinking softly against porcelain as breakfast was served.

“Eat up, dear,” Dahlia said warmly, already reaching for her napkin. “We’ll be leaving soon.”

Conversation slowly resumed-small comments, passing remarks, the kind that tried to stitch normalcy back into the morning. Chairs shifted. Coffee was poured. The world, at least on the surface, moved forward.

Maya picked at her food. She managed half a pancake, a few bites of eggs, then lifted her glass of orange juice. She took a sip-and paused.

“This is really good,” she said, glancing toward Eleanor.

Eleanor’s lips curved with quiet pride. “From the south orchard. This year’s batch turned out especially sweet.”

“It shows.” Maya smiled, genuine this time. “Thank you.”

Dahlia watched her for a moment, then tilted her head, curiosity sparking.

“Tell me, Maya-have you ever held a gun before?”

Maya blinked. “No,” she answered honestly. “Never.”

“I figured,” Dahlia said lightly, already pushing her chair back. “Then come with me to the study, dear. I want to show you something.”

Maya nodded. “Okay.” She placed her napkin down and began to rise-

Under the table, Damien’s hand reached for hers. His fingers brushed her skin.

She paused… then gently slipped her hand away.

Maya glanced sideways at Damien, catching the faint tightening of his jaw-the tension still

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there, unresolved, tracking her every movement.

She looked around the table. “Excuse me.”

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She stood without looking back, following Dahlia toward the hall-leaving Damien seated behind, staring at the space where her hand had been.

Everyone noticed.

Eleanor lifted her teacup, took a thoughtful sip, then set it down with care. A soft chuckle escaped her.

“I really do adore her,” she said pleasantly. “My future granddaughter-in-law is just… perfect.”

She rose to her feet. “I’ll leave you men be.”

With that, Eleanor turned and followed the other two women down the hall.

The men remained at the table, each caught in stunned silence, trying to process what had

just happened.

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