My Coldhearted Husband'S Regret novel Chapter 153

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“No, I didn’t,” Damien answered. “Why don’t you tell her yourself?”

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“No need to apologize. The doctor said Shanice just needs rest and medicine. I’ll take

her home now.”

“We’re at your place,” Beck said, turning to face her. “You dozed off after we left the hospital.”

Cora didn’t respond. Instead, she walked back toward them with dragging feet. When she reached Damien, she looked up at him with wide, pleading eyes. She tugged at his

hand.

“That’s wonderful,” Elara repeated, her voice slightly strained.

“Tea?” Clara offered, already pouring from a delicate porcelain pot.

“I built a model of a hydrogen fuel cell,” Cora announced proudly. “Ms. Williams said it was the best in class.”

“Mom’s good at computers,” Cora said, sounding uncertain, as if recalling a distant

memory.

Cora froze mid–step, then slowly turned around. Her eyes were bright with unshed

tears.

Elara’s phone buzzed with a notification. She checked it and frowned at from Damien.

“You look tired, dear,” Clara observed quietly. “Are you getting enough rest?”

message

“Just Damien,” she replied, slipping her phone into her pocket. “Thanks for the ride. And tell Shanice I hope she feels better soon.”

She expected him to agree immediately. Damien had always avoided visiting the Vance residence, claiming discomfort around her family. The few times he’d accompanied her had been tense and awkward.

Elara looked away, unsettled by his scrutiny and confused by his presence here tonight. This wasn’t like him at all.

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As Damien moved to sit beside Cora, Elara caught her grandmother watching her with

shrewd eyes.

“Fascinating,” Clara remarked. “And how is your work going, Elara? That AI company of yours must be keeping you on your toes.”

“What time?” he asked instead.

Clara patted her hand. “You’ve always pushed yourself too hard. Even as a child, you never knew when to stop.”

“I’ll have Cora ready,” he replied, ignoring her offer. “Six works.”

“Last weekend,” Cora replied. “Dad and Vivienne helped me.”

Cora leaned forward between the front seats. “Dad, did you tell Mom about my science project? I got an A+.”

The acknowledgment of her skills, however small, surprised Elara. She didn’t know how to respond.

Elara tried to keep her surprise from showing. “We should get going then. We don’t want to be late.”

His response caught her off guard. “Around six? But really, I can handle it. I know you’re not comfortable at my grandmother’s house.”

Elara entered her apartment and headed straight for the shower. The hot water revived her somewhat, washing away the lingering fatigue from the camping trip. By five–thirty, she was on her way to Damien’s villa.

“Yes, she is,” Damien agreed, his eyes still on Elara’s profile. “One of the best.”

As soon as they entered, Cora spotted Eleanor and rushed forward. “Great–Grandma Ellie!”

“He is,” Elara confirmed, ignoring the grandmothers‘ not–so–subtle matchmaking attempt. “We’ve been friends since college.”

Damien’s expression remained neutral, but something in his posture changed. He sat straighter, his shoulders tensing slightly.

“Elara tells me you’ve been busy with a new project, Damien,” Clara said, passing him a

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cup. “Something about renewable energy in Southeast Asia?”

Cora’s face lit up, “Really?”

As the evening wore on, she couldn’t help but wonder what had really prompted Damien to accept Cora’s plea to join them.

“Vivienne knows a lot about green energy,” Cora continued, oblivious to her mother’s discomfort. “She said I might be a scientist someday like her.”

Elara hadn’t expected this reaction. “It was a last–minute thing with friends, sweetheart.”

“He came to dinner here last month,” Clara added innocently. “Such a charming conversationalist.”

“I got your message about the grandmothers,” she said, walking toward her apartment building. “I can pick up Cora on my way there. You don’t have to come.”

“Everything okay?” Beck asked.

Elara hesitated, sensing a trap but not seeing a way around it. “Yes, it was. We hiked and made a bonfire and-”

“Cora,” Damien’s voice cut through the tension. It wasn’t loud, but it carried unmistakable authority. “Come back here.”

Martha, one of the housekeepers, opened the door when she arrived. “Mrs. Thorne, please come in. Mr. Thorne and Cora are in the living room.”

“Was it fun?” Cora interrupted, her eyes narrowing.

Damien’s fingers tightened almost imperceptibly around his teacup.

Before Elara could answer, Eleanor interjected. “YodaVision is making waves in the industry. Arthur mentioned they’re revolutionizing healthcare AI.”

Damien glanced up from his phone, his gaze lingering on Elara’s face. “You look tired.”

Damien looked momentarily surprised that Elara had mentioned his work to her grandmother. “Yes, we’re expanding our solar operations there.”

The mention of Vivienne sent a familiar pang through Elara’s chest. She gripped the steering wheel tighter.

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“Dad,” Cora called, mercifully changing the subject. “Can you help me show Great–Grandma Clara the pictures from my science fair on your phone?”

*My grandmother is visiting yours this evening. We should take Cora together. Let me know when you’re free.*

She kissed Elara’s cheek, nodded politely to Damien, and led them into the sitting room. Eleanor immediately engaged Cora in conversation about school, leaving Elara and Damien to take seats across from them.

They arrived at Clara Bellweather’s estate fifteen minutes later. The grand old house sat on a sprawling piece of land that had been in the Vance family for generations. Eleanor Thorne’s sleek black car was already parked in the circular driveway.

“I am,” she admitted, too exhausted to pretend otherwise. “I just got back from a camping trip.”

“Productive,” Damien replied. “The Singapore deal is moving forward.”

As Beck’s car pulled away, Elara called Damien. The phone rang twice before he answered.

“Camping?” Cora’s head snapped up, her expression shifting from sullen to accusatory. “You went camping without me?”

“That’s not true,” Elara said, thrown by her daughter’s sudden distress. “Remember last summer when we-”

In the car, Cora sat in the back seat while Damien took the passenger seat beside Elara. The silence between them was thick with unspoken questions and observations.

Damien glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “You would have done well on this project. It involved programming the demonstration model.”

Elara found Cora sitting on the sofa, arms crossed and lips pursed in a pout. Damien stood by the window, phone in hand, engrossed in what appeared to be work emails.

“Julian,” Eleanor repeated, exchanging a meaningful glance with Clara. “He’s that handsome young man who co–founded the company with you, isn’t he?”

Damien looked at his daughter, then at Elara. Something flickered in his expression- hesitation, perhaps, or calculation.

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“Hi, Coco,” Elara greeted her daughter with a bright smile. “Ready to see

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