A TWIST OF FATE || Rewriting

Ch. 44 || Brain Ability

Zaria 🌹

I see the housekeeper Derek escorting the doctor outside of Damien's penthouse. I walk towards his office where he probably is. I guessed right. He is sitting by the enormous mahogany table. I knock on his home office door.

"May I come in ?" I ask. His frowned eyes softened when he saw me and nodded.

"You don't have to ask. This is your house." He said as I walked in.

"But the agreement said-"

"Fuck the agreement. It's not relevant anymore." His eyes fixed on me. When I saw him turn around, I noticed red strains on his dark grey shirt.

My eyes squinted. "What's that ?"

"The doctor changed the dressing of my wound." He sat on his chair. His fingers flew around the laptop keyboard.

"It's still not healed ?" I ask as I walk towards him and rest my elbows on the table.

"I didn't get enough rest for that. The wound only worsened but everything will be alright. I have taken gunshots before." He reassured me.

My heart burned in my chest with the thought of him getting shot. "You really are a god of the dark, aren't you. You have been scared many times yet you battle with life so passionately. How do you do it ?"

"Come here." He signalled me to get close. Confused, I did and he immediately pulled me on his lap. I felt a sudden burn in my cheeks and my heart fluttered.

"Maybe somehow I always knew I'd find you, so I chose to survive. For you." His voice gentle.

"Don't you think you're getting too ahead of yourself ?" I asked with a small chuckle.

"I don't think so, I'm only holding my wife. What's there to limit me of ?" There's a soft smirk on his lips.

I don't realise when me and Damien started fitting against each other's broken pieces. It was just yesterday when we were bantering like mad people and the way I hated him. Oh god.

I gave him a side eye but with a smile on my face. My gaze fell on the big shelves of Books across the room. Too many of them. Looks like he does like to read but I didn't notice a single romance book or fiction book other than mine, in his bookshelves. He has each book of mine, including novellas and my picture on the stage holding an award in my hand placed there in a frame.

"I still can't believe you read my 30 books in one week. That's just impossible." I said in disbelief.

"I have a good reading speed and an IQ of 165. Add to that, I have a photographic memory. I could have read more than 30 books easily. Minus the time where even during my meetings, I played your audiobooks on my airpods. Even during lunch and dinner."

I am shocked. Not because of what he did or how he finished but because I'm not at all aware of this side of Damien Erik. I still remember the first time we met and out of many things, I was never expecting to see him being anything but an arrogant grump.

"If you really have a photographic memory, then tell me what colour was the necklace which I rejected for a different one ?"

I asked him a different question because he'd probably remember the one I brought, so I asked about the one I didn't. He was taking some phone calls when I was selecting the necklaces.

"It was a blue diamond necklace with minimalistic accessories and silver threads dangled on the sides. You refused it because the edges of the silver threads scratched on your skin and then your eyes fell on a beautiful emerald necklace that made your eyes sparkle." He explained.