HIS DAME

Chapter 39

Greetings sweet people....
How are you?

This chapter is dedicated to shazameena (my honeybunch 🍯) and my little princess 😘

Please ignore the typo mistakes

Enjoy!!
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Nedvar's breath caught in his throat as she leaned close, her whisper almost brushing his lips.

What the hell? How can her just leaning toward me stir up so many emotions?

Nedvar felt his pulse quicken, blood rushing through his veins as the closeness only intensified his wild thoughts.

"Breathe... Ned," Hermione whispered softly, her hand resting on his neck.

He realized, at that moment, that he'd been holding his breath. Drawing in a long inhale, he caught a hint of her morning dew-scented body wash, the fragrance calming him even as it heightened his desire to be closer to her.

"Déjà vu... indeed," Nedvar murmured to himself, and Hermione, lost in her own thoughts, simply nodded.

"Alright, scoot over," Hermione said, giving him a gentle nudge. "I've got a meeting tomorrow, so I need some sleep."

Nedvar pretended to stumble from her "push," feigning exaggerated annoyance. "Fine, Mia," he said with a chuckle.

It was around 1 a.m., and as Hermione drifted off beside their son, Ethan, Nedvar lay wide awake, a different, intense glint in his eyes as he watched his wife and son sleep.

Next Morning...

Hermione sat in a conference room, listening intently as a team member presented.

"The chart on the screen shows the overall profit and customer feedback for all our properties," the presenter said, and Hermione nodded in acknowledgment, her focused blue gaze moving between the screen and the speaker.

It was the monthly review meeting, and as usual, Hermione was fully engrossed, concentrating on each detail and mentally noting the steps to improve next month's performance. After about an hour, the meeting concluded, and Hermione stood up to leave, not pausing to engage with anyone else in the room.

"Jenny, cancel my next meeting for the day," she instructed her assistant, her heels clicking down the hallway toward the elevator.

Minutes later, Hermione was driving out of her private parking area. It was Saturday, so Ethan had no classes, and she was eager to visit her parents, knowing she'd missed the past couple of visits. Recently, she had been feeling an odd sense of unease. She brushed it off as premenstrual tension but knew that talking to her mother might help ease her mind.

Hermione pulled up at the entrance of the Wyatt mansion, which now her house and took the stairs up to Ethan's room, knowing he was likely playing with his grandmother.

"Ready to go?" she asked, stepping in to see Ethan happily playing with his new remote-controlled car, toys spread all over the floor.

Ethan squealed with delight, clapping his hands, his joy filling the room with warmth.

Soon, Hermione and Ethan were on their way to the Allen family home, arriving just in time for dinner. As they entered, Ma Clair enveloped Hermione in a tight, warm embrace—the kind only a mother could give, always ready to support her, even though Hermione was grown and a mother herself.