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Elena stood there for a moment, staring after him. Her chest ached with a strange feeling she didn't want to name.
Finally, she sighed and turned toward the dining hall.
She frowned remembering he didn't have breakfast because of his uncle and cousin. "He didn't even eat…" she whispered.
She found the butler near the stairs. "Did Damian eat anything when he came back?"
The butler shook his head quickly. "No, Miss. The master didn't have anything this morning."
Elena looked toward the kitchen. "Alright, I'll make something for him."
The butler's eyes widened slightly. "Miss Elena, please—"
"Don't worry," she said, already walking past him.
In the kitchen, the maids stopped what they were doing immediately and bowed.
One of them spoke nervously, "Miss, please… we're not allowed to let anyone cook for the master. He'll punish us."
Elena straightened her face, her tone harsh but firm.
"It's an order from me — the lady of this mansion."
They looked at each other, hesitant, then stepped aside respectfully.
Elena tied an apron around her waist and rolled up her sleeves then chuckled because she called herself the lady of Damian's mansion.
Her hands moved gracefully, familiar and steady as she opened the pantry. She didn't want to make eggs — he probably had that every day.
So instead, she prepared something warmer — a plate of golden-brown pancakes drizzled with honey and fresh berries, paired with a small bowl of fruit and black coffee.
She even added a small touch of cinnamon — just like her mother used to.
When she was done, she arranged everything neatly on a tray and stepped back, admiring her work.
And with that, she lifted the tray and began walking toward Damian's room her heart beating faster with each step, unsure if he'd even take a bite… but hoping, quietly, that he would.
Elena stood outside the door to Damian's study, her palms slightly sweaty as she balanced the tray in her hands. She knocked softly.
"Come in," his voice came from inside — calm but cold as always.
She pushed the door open and stepped in carefully.
Damian was behind his desk, a few documents scattered before him, his sleeves rolled up, the glow from the lamp highlighting the sharp lines of his face.
"Take that away," he said without even looking up. "I'm not hungry."
Elena's lips parted slightly, but instead of obeying, she walked over and placed the tray right in front of him.
"You didn't have breakfast, Damian… so I thought I should make something for you," she said softly, her voice trembling just a little.
She bit her bottom lip — a habit she never seemed to control when she was nervous.
Damian finally looked up. His eyes darkened as he watched her.
That small, innocent action — the way her teeth caught her lip — always did something to him. She looked too soft, too tempting for her own good.
"You're right, Elena," he said slowly, standing up. "I am hungry…"
He paused, his voice dropping lower, eyes never leaving hers.
"But I don't want pancakes."
She blinked, confused but still shyly smiling.
"Then what do you want? I can make it for you… and even feed you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks turning pink.
Damian tilted his head, a small smirk tugging at his lips.
"Will you give me what I want, cupcake?"
She hesitated for a moment before nodding. "Yes," she said softly, not knowing what he meant exactly.
He took a slow step forward. Then another.
The air between them grew heavy, the sound of his footsteps filling the quiet room.
When he reached her, he placed one hand on the back of her chair and pulled it — and her — closer to him.
Her breath caught. "What are you doing?" she asked, her voice a whisper, her heart beating too fast.
Damian leaned down slightly, his breath brushing her ear.
"I said I'm hungry," he murmured. "And I want to have my food."
Her hands fidgeted in her lap, her lips parting again as she whispered, "Damian…"
The way she said his name soft, uncertain, made his chest tighten.
He kissed her before she could say any other thing, she respond to the kiss his hands careesed her body as he slid his hands underneath her.
Feeling her juicy side made him smirk more. "Damn cupcake' your w*t already and with that he took out his self and then thrust into her.
Her moans got louder as she scremed his name, he groaned softly before he slid himself out of her.
"You always taste so good cupcake and your my favourite food to have" he whispered slowly into her ears before he kissed her again.
He brushed his thumb gently against her cheek, his tone turning low but teasing.
"You shouldn't bite your lip, Elena … unless you want me to lose control again."
He said and helped her in getting dressed.
***
Beep.
Beep.
Beep.
A woman's fingers twitched slightly on the white sheets — frail, pale hands that hadn't moved in month.
Then her eyelids fluttered, just a little, fighting the heavy weight of sleep that had trapped her for so long.
Beep… beep… beep…
The nurse on duty turned sharply toward the bed, her eyes widening.
"Doctor! Doctor, she's waking up!" she called, rushing to the woman's side.
The woman's lips parted, a dry breath escaping as her eyes finally opened.
The light from the window stung her vision.
"Wh–where…" her voice cracked, barely a whisper.
The doctor came in quickly, checking the monitors, his expression turning into one of shock and relief.
"She's conscious. After all these months…"
"Can you hear me?"
The doctor said to the nurse.
"Give the boss a call, tell him the woman is finally awake". And with that the nurse left.
Maria blinked, her lashes trembling as her eyes darted around the room, confusion written all over her face.
The beeping from the machines sped up slightly as she struggled to move, her body weak.
Her throat was dry, but she managed to whisper one name, her voice trembling —
"Elena…"
Aunt Maria's hand rose slowly, reaching for the air as tears filled her tired eyes.
"Where is my Elena?" she whispered again, her voice breaking.
The doctor gently pressed her hand back down.
"Rest, Mrs. You've been asleep for a long time."
But Maria shook her head weakly, tears sliding down her cheeks.
"I need to find her… my niece… please…"