The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 368

Chapter 167: The Breakfast Table Confessions-2

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“Come on, Jamie,” he said. “Let’s see if you’ve finally learned how to defend your queen.”

Jamie blinked, then stood, pushing his chair back. “I told you, Grandpa-you just don’t like losing.”

A faint huff of amusement escaped Charles as he walked away with him.

The silence that followed was heavier than before. Charles’s and Jamie’s footsteps echoed through the room as they walked away.

Damien sat motionless, every instinct screaming that Maya’s quiet withdrawal wasn’t anger.

It was evaluation.

And for the first time that morning, he understood-

This wasn’t about a concert.

This wasn’t about Jin.

This wasn’t about pride.

It was about whether he trusted her enough to let her stand where she had already chosen to

The silence didn’t last forever.

Ashcroft leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose as if trying to shake something loose.

“Women are complicated,” he said at last. “Commitment. Relationships. The rules change depending on the day, the mood, the tone you used three weeks ago.” He shook his head. “It’s like walking through a minefield blindfolded.”

Dominic let out a short huff of laughter.

“They are,” he agreed. Then he tilted his head slightly. “So are we.”

Ashcroft’s gaze flicked to Dominic, half amusement, half disbelief. “Uncle Dom… are you seriously saying we’re the problem now?”

Dominic shrugged. “I’m saying we don’t exactly make it easier.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “We hear fear and call it logic. We feel insecure and label it protection. And then we act surprised when it blows up in our faces.”

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Damien remained silent, eyes fixed on the table, jaw tight.

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Dominic’s voice grew more reflective. “We want certainty. Control. Guarantees.” He shook his head. “But love doesn’t work that way. Especially not with women who know their worth.”

Ashcroft scoffed lightly. “So… what? Just trust and hope for the best?”

“No,” Dominic said calmly. “Trust-and accept the risk. That’s the part no one warns you about. Love is choosing vulnerability every day, and not letting fear cage the person beside

you.”

Ashcroft went quiet.

Damien finally looked up.

Dominic met his gaze, steady and unreadable. “The irony,” he added quietly, “is the tighter you grip, the more you push her away. But when you loosen your hold…” He exhaled. “That’s usually when she stays.”

Dominic leaned back in his chair, fingers loosely laced on the table, eyes distant as he let the memory surface.

“That story your mother shared earlier?” His voice was low. “It wasn’t the full picture. The aftermath… that was worse.”

Ashcroft and Damien leaned in, sensing the weight behind his words.

“She broke up with me a week later,” Dominic admitted, a faint, rueful smile flickering across his face. “Said I was controlling, too possessive. I thought I was protecting what was mine. I didn’t see it then… I thought I was justified. If she couldn’t handle it… maybe we weren’t

meant to be.”

He shook his head slowly, exhaling. “Days turned into weeks, weeks into months. I even dated someone else for a while.”

A dry laugh escaped him. “That woman… the exact opposite of Dahlia. Submissive. Too submissive. And I hated it. I didn’t want someone who followed blindly. I needed a partner, someone who would challenge me, call me out when I was wrong, stand with me when I was right. Someone who knew her worth.”

Dominic’s gaze sharpened, his voice steady. “And that’s when I realized… your mother’s strength is what drew me to her in the first place. I mistook her carefreeness for vulnerability. I was the one insecure-but pride made me see my insecurities as her weakness. Dahlia wasn’t mad because of what I did. She was mad because my actions showed I didn’t trust her judgment, her love, her commitment.”

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He paused, letting it sink in. “That same day, I went to find her. I asked for her forgiveness- and I asked her to marry me.”

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“Come on, Jamie,” he said. “Let’s see if you’ve finally learned how to defend your queen.”

Jamie blinked, then stood, pushing his chair back. “I told you, Grandpa-you just don’t like losing.”

A faint huff of amusement escaped Charles as he walked away with him.

The silence that followed was heavier than before. Charles’s and Jamie’s footsteps echoed through the room as they walked away.

Damien sat motionless, every instinct screaming that Maya’s quiet withdrawal wasn’t anger.

It was evaluation.

And for the first time that morning, he understood-

This wasn’t about a concert.

This wasn’t about Jin.

This wasn’t about pride.

It was about whether he trusted her enough to let her stand where she had already chosen to

The silence didn’t last forever.

Ashcroft leaned back in his chair, exhaling through his nose as if trying to shake something loose.

“Women are complicated,” he said at last. “Commitment. Relationships. The rules change depending on the day, the mood, the tone you used three weeks ago.” He shook his head. “It’s like walking through a minefield blindfolded.”

Dominic let out a short huff of laughter.

“They are,” he agreed. Then he tilted his head slightly. “So are we.”

Ashcroft’s gaze flicked to Dominic, half amusement, half disbelief. “Uncle Dom… are you seriously saying we’re the problem now?”

Dominic shrugged. “I’m saying we don’t exactly make it easier.” He leaned forward, resting his forearms on the table. “We hear fear and call it logic. We feel insecure and label it protection. And then we act surprised when it blows up in our faces.”

Chapter 167 The Breakfast Table Confessions-2

Damien remained silent, eyes fixed on the table, jaw tight.

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