Chapter Eighty-Nine

Lauren's POV

It was well into the evening when Damien walked into the living room, rubbing the bridge of his nose and shaking his head. He only stopped when he saw me, but it was only a moment as he continued his walk to the stairs.

“You’re not even going to talk to me about it?” I asked, causing him to freeze in his steps and sigh.

“How do you feel? I’m sorry I left you all the way at home without telling you about it, but I called before I found you asleep. I needed to get things off my mind, and I didn’t want to have to take another bottle of alcohol—”

“That doesn’t matter right now, Damien.” I shook my head, refusing to make any attempt at walking towards him because I knew that he was not ready for that. “I called you earlier, right after I saw all the missed calls.”

“I didn’t know that. My phone was not with me throughout the day,” he admitted.

I stayed there in silence for a brief while, wondering if he was going to at least admit that he