Chapter XX: A Strange Encounter

GIA’S POV

As I stepped into the cozy ambiance of the Blue Apple, the familiar scent of ale and laughter enveloped me like a warm embrace. It was my sanctuary, a place where I could unwind after a long day and lose myself in the comforting embrace of anonymity.

But tonight was different. Tonight, as I glanced around the dimly lit pub, my eyes landed on a figure slumped at the bar, his usually immaculate appearance marred by disheveled hair and rumpled clothing. It was Damon, the enigmatic billionaire who frequented the Blue Apple, but tonight, he seemed like a shadow of his usual self.

I watched from afar as Damon nursed his drink, his gaze distant and unfocused. Gone was the arrogant swagger and cocky demeanor that had always accompanied his presence. In its place was a sense of palpable distress, a storm brewing beneath the surface.

My curiosity piqued, I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, even as another patron's careless remark sparked a flash of anger in Damon's eyes. I held my