Chapter Sixty-Seven

Lauren's POV

I was stuck between being annoyed and being worried at Damien. I really hoped he was doing alright, but there was a voice in the back of my head that kept trying hard to convince me that he had chosen his line of work over me and the child.

“This is fine,” I said to the driver who had been assigned to me at the hotel, preventing him from driving into the house.

“You don’t have to wait for me,” I said as I got out of the car. “Damien might offer to drive me back if he’s in.”

“Are you sure? I mean, what if he’s not in?” the driver asked, looking worried and turning from side to side to make sure the estate was clear.

I hesitated for a moment because he could be right about it. Then, I sighed in defeat and nodded.

“If I find him, I’ll make sure I tell you so that you can leave. I’ll be right back,” I assured, hurrying into the house and finding two guards standing in front of the door.

“Is Damien in the house?” I asked them.