Nora frowned slightly, a flicker of irritation crossing her face as she watched Claire speak with such authority.

'Who are you to put up such a front…' she thought, her brow twitching, 'acting like you aren't fucking Damien?!

The words burned quietly inside her, heavy and sharp, but she didn't say them aloud.

A strange mixture of feelings welled in her chest—annoyance, confusion, and something she refused to name.

Strangely enough, it was envy.

She actually felt jealous of the fact that Claire was the only one between them who had tasted the pleasure of Damien's huge dick.

She had spent all night imagining it ever since then, making her realise just how much pleasure Claire would hand felt getting pounded by him all night.

If only she knew Damien also fucked Claire in the kitchen while she was cooking the food she just finished eating, who knew how she would feel then?

The realisation that she was actually jealous made her stomach twist. She quickly shoved it aside, unwilling to dwell on it.

Still, the envy lingered in her chest like a pulse.

She could feel it in the heat creeping up her neck as her gaze drifted, despite herself, toward Damien.

Even though he sat calmly, she kept getting flashes of the scenes and ungodly sounds she heard Claire making under him.

Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on her empty plate instead.

'How selfish,' she thought, her teeth pressing together, 'hogging him all to herself…'

She didn't even know if this was something to actually dwell over, but either way, she didn't exactly like how it made her feel.

She shook her head quickly, as if that alone could clear the thoughts from her mind.

'No,' she told herself, forcing a small exhale through her nose. 'This isn't helping.'

Her shoulders tensed as she clenched her fists against her thighs.

Claire's words from moments earlier echoed again in her mind, and for the first time, Nora couldn't entirely dismiss them.

'She's annoying,' Nora admitted inwardly, 'but she's actually… right.'

The truth stung more than she wanted to admit.

She sat in silence for a few moments before forcing herself to move.

Turning slightly toward Damien, she tried to speak but faltered halfway through. Finally, she muttered, almost under her breath, "Thank you… for the meat."

The words came out rough, like she had to drag them past her pride.

Then she turned to Claire, her expression tight but sincere.

"And I'm… sorry," she said quietly, not meeting her sister's eyes.

With that, she gathered her plate and stood.

The motion was brisk, almost mechanical, as she made her way to the kitchen.

The faint clatter of dishes filled the silence for a moment before she returned, head lowered slightly, and slipped past them toward the small room down the hall.

Claire blinked, surprised. She hadn't expected an apology, not from Nora.

For a second, she just sat there, the surprise softening slowly into something warmer. Her lips curved into a faint smile, one that she couldn't quite suppress even if she tried.

It was the first time she had ever heard her sister apologize for anything, and that alone stirred something gentle in her chest.

A quiet warmth spread through her heart as she glanced toward the kitchen where Nora had gone, the corners of her lips still faintly lifted.

For once, the room felt calm.

Damien's gaze lingered on Claire for a moment, the corners of his mouth curving into a faint smile.

Something about the softness in her face, the way her expression melted from surprise into that quiet warmth, made her look quite cute.

He didn't say anything, but the small smile stayed as he rose to his feet.

The sound of him moving drew Claire's attention instantly.

She looked up, startled out of her thoughts, and their eyes met for the briefest second before she looked away.

Her cheeks colored, a faint red rising across her skin as she tried to focus on the plate in front of her.

The simple motion of him standing, so calm and sure, had left her oddly flustered.

Damien carried his empty plate toward the kitchen, his movements steady, unhurried.

After dropping it, he went to the room.

Claire followed him with her eyes until he disappeared from view.

It was only then that she glanced down again and realized that she was the only one who hadn't finished eating.

The half-eaten rice and untouched piece of meat on her plate suddenly made her feel out of place.

A quiet flush crept up her neck. She shifted slightly, glancing toward the kitchen door as if wondering whether to get up or continue eating, but in the end she just lowered her gaze, spooning up another bite in small, hesitant motions.

Moments later, Damien re-emerged. He had changed clothes—his earlier shirt replaced by something lighter, and a dark jacket now hanging loosely over his shoulders.

The casual change caught her eye immediately. She blinked once, twice, before asking, voice uncertain, "Um… where are you going?"

He smirked faintly at her tone, that familiar teasing edge finding its way into his expression.

"What's that…" he said, leaning slightly against the doorway, "missing me already?"

Claire's cheeks deepened in color. Her lips parted like she wanted to answer, but the words tangled in her throat before they could form.

She looked down, flustered, unable to decide whether to deny it or simply laugh it off.

Damien's smirk softened as he watched her.

"I'm just heading out for a bit," he said finally, his voice low but calm. "Going to stroll around, get some fresh air."

"Oh…" Claire said softly, still not meeting his eyes. She turned back toward her food, her shoulders drooping slightly as she stirred the remaining rice on her plate. "Alright."

Damien paused for a moment, watching her reaction.

"You worry too much," he added with a faint smile. "I'll be back in no time."

With that, he turned toward the door and stepped out, the sound of it closing gently behind him echoing through the small room.

For a while, Claire just sat there, the spoon idle in her hand.

Her gaze stayed fixed on the door even after it had fully shut, a quiet unease sitting at the edge of her thoughts.

Finally, she let out a soft sigh and murmured under her breath, "I feel like he's hiding something from me… I don't know why."

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