Chapter 43

• Serena
• The dinner was simple yet comforting – homemade stew with tender meat and vegetables, accompanied by freshly baked bread and a side salad. The stew's mouthwatering aroma filled the room, creating a warm and inviting atmosphere. However, my cheeks burned with embarrassment, and I couldn't bring myself to meet Alexei and Ashford's eyes after what had transpired earlier.
• As I picked up my food, my fork moved mechanically. I struggled to muster an appetite, my mind drifting back to the passionate encounter with Damon. The vivid memory played on a loop in my mind, the echoes of our lovemaking seeming to reverberate with each clink of the utensils, making it a harsh reminder of my earlier indiscretion. I berated myself for being too wild, too loud, and far too indiscreet.