The Billionaire's Intern (Maya Thompson) novel Chapter 531

Damien looked at Jaime for a moment before reaching over and gently patting him on the shoulder.

“You will,” he said with quiet certainty. “You’re a brave young man, Jaime. But you know your sister will always worry about you.”

Jaime shrugged with a small smile.

“Yeah, I know. But at least she won’t have to worry as much anymore.”

As if remembering something, the smile on his face gradually faded. He looked at Damien with an expression far more serious than before.

“By the way… I want to say thank you.”

Damien’s brows drew together slightly.

“For what?”

“For everything,” Jaime replied. “For accepting my sister, for loving her, and for taking care of her… and me.

For taking care of both of us.”

A sheepish smile returned to his face.

“Thank you. Really.”

Damien looked at him quietly for a moment before a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

“You don’t have to thank me,” he said. “Taking care of Maya is something I’d do for the rest of my life, whether anyone asked me to or not.”

He gave Jaime’s shoulder another light pat.

“And as for you… you’re family.”

Before Jaime could respond, a sleepy voice drifted from inside the room.

“Damien…?”

Damien glanced over his shoulder toward the couch.

“Jaime’s here,” he answered, stepping aside to let him in.

“Come in.”

Jaime immediately walked inside.

“Hey, May! Good morning!”

Maya slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes before looking at him in confusion.

“Jaime? What are you doing here?”

She glanced at the clock.

“It’s early.”

Jaime plopped down beside her while Damien quietly closed the door behind him and walked back, folding his arms across his chest as he watched the siblings with quiet amusement.

“Not really,” Jaime replied matter-of-factly.

“According to today’s forecast, sunrise is at seven o’clock. Aunt Dahlia said we’re leaving before sunrise.”

He grinned.

“So you’d better get ready.”

After saying that, Jaime’s eyes wandered around the room, taking in the messy bed, the small pile of clothes on the floor outside the bathroom, and Maya, who had clearly just woken up on the couch.

His brows slowly rose as his attention shifted to the oversized shirt Maya was wearing. He looked at Maya, then at Damien, before looking back at her again as a grin gradually spread across his face.

“Wait… did you sleep on the couch?”

Before Maya could answer, he pointed at the shirt she was wearing.

“And what are you wearing? You look like a hanger wearing that shirt.”

Jaime stared at her for another second before his eyes suddenly lit up.

“Ohhh… I get it now.”

Maya blinked at him in confusion.

“Get what?”

Jaime lifted his chin proudly, looking as though he had just solved the greatest mystery in the world.

“You two were busy making my future nephew or niece.”

His eyes suddenly widened.

“Or both! That would be amazing! Two babies at once! You guys should do it more often.”

Maya’s cheeks immediately flushed crimson, and the innocent remark earned a genuine laugh from Damien.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how it works, bud,” Damien said with an amused smile.

“But I certainly wouldn’t mind trying.”

He shot Maya a playful look, his brows lifting in silent suggestion.

The sound of running water drifting from the bathroom reminded Damien it was time for him to get ready as well, so he turned and headed toward the walk-in closet to change.

Meanwhile, across the hall…

Unlike the lighthearted atmosphere that had filled Damien arid Maya’s room moments earlier, a heavy silence lingered inside Dominic and Dahlia’s bedroom.

Seated before her vanity, Dahlia slowly pulled open the bottom drawer and took out a small vintage jewelry box.

She carefully lifted the lid.

Nestled inside was a delicate necklace she hadn’t worn in years.

Her fingers trembled ever so slightly as she picked it up by the pendant, her thumb absently tracing its worn surface while she stared at it in silence.

Dominic stood quietly behind her, watching her reflection in the mirror.

“You know I’ll always support your decisions,” he said gently. “But… are you confident about this?”

Dahlia’s fingers tightened ever so slightly around the pendant before she drew in a slow breath and lifted her eyes to meet Dominic’s through the mirror.

“Not completely,” she admitted softly. “But nothing stays hidden forever, Dominic.”

Her gaze drifted back to the necklace resting in her palm.

“I’m doing this for our children. Have you seen how much our son has changed?”

A faint, bittersweet smile touched her lips.

“He finally found someone he loves enough to build/a future with. If the truth is destined to come out someday, I’d rather have even a little control over what happens than none at all.”

Dominic slowly nodded.

“I know,” he said quietly.

He walked over and stopped behind her.

Without a word, Dahlia handed him the necklace

Dominic carefully fastened it around her neck before resting his hands lightly on her shoulders.

“But like you said… nothing stays hidden forever,” he said softly. “Tobias will eventually find out. What happens then?”

Dahlia remained silent for several moments, her fingers absently tracing the pendant now resting against her chest.

She met Dominic’s eyes through the mirror.

“That’s why we need Cecilia on our side.”