It was another day. Another good day for redemption. Deliberately, waking up early; he prepared breakfast for her.

An egg, toast and cup of hot chocolate would hopefully be enough for her.

In his heart, he felt utterly contented preparing breakfast for someone he loves and adores. He wouldn't mind doing it everyday of his life. Just thinking about spending everyday of his life with her brings him absolute joy and excitement, he cannot just wait for those days to arrive.

While he was still cooking, he heard steps coming towards the kitchen. Winnie entered, with her scent lingering in the atmosphere. He gulped in, her presence make him nervous now. Unable to overwhelm the urges of taking her under his arms.

"Good Morning, love." He greeted her, showing his perfect smile and flawless white gleaming teeth.

"You are still here, Mr Knight." She made a harsh comment and moved to grab a cup from the kitchen cabinet.

No, she doesn't feel any better by giving him a cold shoulder but it has to be this way.

However forgetting with her short height, she is unable to reach the cabinet.

A smirk formed on his lips as he watched the scene beneath his eyes in pure amusement. 'Cute', he murmured under his breath. He did insult her a few times about being short, but that was all in denial. He has always found her small structure very enchanting and most appealing.

"Do you require my help, love?" Again with the pet name. She was annoyed, frustrated and scared at her own self.

The feelings that appears within her when he calls her 'love' is something so pleasurable that it makes her yearn for more.

Remembering that she shouldn't let her feelings interfere, she turned towards him coldly, frown on her face.

"Would you mind stop calling me with that particular endearment, Mr Knight?"

"I don't know what you are talking about, love." He replied back and took steps closer towards her to grab the cup for her.

Her heart started beating faster than a normal rate. This man might really want to give her a heart attack. She just stood there in her own thoughts. Even after so much of hurt and heartbreak, her heart still craves for him. Why is it so hard to move on. How will she even move on? After all, he is the only man she ever loved.

"The breakfast is ready, princess." He commented, and like a gentleman held the chair opened for her to sit down.

His little acts made her heart flutter with happiness. If only he was like that from the very start, everything would be fine. There wouldn't have been no heartbreak, no pain and no agony.

She debated whether she should even sit down for the breakfast with him and decided that it is better to sit down without any comments otherwise the situation will become more tense.

He served her one of his best cooked egg. After all she does deserve the best. He won't tell her how much effort did he put in just getting an egg perfect for her. Wasted all the other eggs in her kitchen. He made a note in his timetable that he has to get the eggs as he finished them, most significantly wasted them. And probably buy more grocery. He is going to stay here for few more days. Whatever it takes to win her trust and love back.

As the egg was served, she noticed it was better looking than the one from yesterday. Someone was sure learning.

He also prepared a toast and hot chocolate for her.

She waited for him to join her for the breakfast but when he was finished serving her, he sat down next to her with only a cup of coffee. Great, did he go back to his old habit of skipping breakfast. She remembered it was such a hardwork to get him to have breakfast.

She wanted to ask him why was he not eating, but she knows making that comment would make him think that she still loves him so she didn't bother and acted selfish. She had a little laugh when he behaved like a waiter and politely took her dishes when she was done. Although she did feel bad for eating alone.

The feeling of guilt won't leave her heart until she does something for him in return. So she decided to make him pancakes.

While he sat down and scrolled through his phone. She hurriedly made a pancake batter, but found the egg tray empty. As she remembers, she only did the grocery not just a week ago.

Her eyes glanced towards the bin, and her mouth widened, astonished and offended. Why did he waste all the eggs? Is he forgetting that everyone is not as rich as him. She is trying to save money, she can't just waste her grocery like that. But making comments will again get her into some situation, she would rather avoid. As she is a chef herself, she knows how to make pancakes without eggs even.

His heart felt somewhat very special, as he knew she was making him the breakfast now. Although, he could have survived without it but he was going to let her do what she wants.

A delicious plate set down in front of him but rather a bit loudly and harshly. He looked up at her, and she gave him one of her looks that clearly displayed that she wanted him gone already. But he ignored her dirty look and digged in.

"You didn't have to but thank you, love."

He said, taking the first bite.

"The eggs are finished." She made the comment, unintentionally.

He sighed at getting caught. Of course, she was going to notice. Did it make her more angry. How can he always manage to trigger her annoyance. "I'll buy us more." The ridiculous reply left his mouth and again he couldn't do much but instantly regret it.

"I can afford another tray of eggs, Mr Knight. It is not about the money. If you don't know how to cook then don't meddle in my kitchen."

"Sure, love."

"When are you leaving?"

"Actually I wanted to ask if I could stay for a week?"

"Absolutely not." Her reply was so quick. Very quick. He felt hurt but didn't show it.

"All the hotels that I could stay in, are booked." It was not even a lie, the other hotels that he could stay in are booked.

"And the house you want to stay in, is booked too, Mr Knight. How about you just get back to New York already?"

"Not without you." His comment was in a whisper although she heard it perfectly.

"Winnie, please give me a chance." He stood up, leaving his half eaten plate and made his way towards her.

She looked away, she knows one look at him and she will be accepting his request.

"Please don't look away, love." He took her small hands in his big one and started rubbing them together which brought the fire within their bodyto arise.

She did want to give him a chance but her brain wasn't agreeing to it. If only the brain wasn't complexed.

"Winnie, please." He begged, take her body in a tight hug. If it was someone else looking away from her, it wouldn't bother him but her cold treatment and the fact she might have fallen out of love is scaring him. He cannot afford to lose her. He can't live without her. Just thinking about it, makes him sick and weak.

"Don't force me, please don't." He couldn't sense the emotions in her words. He doesn't want to emotionally abuse her any further.

"How about you give me one chance, and if I mess it up then you can walk away. I promise, I won't bother you again."

"I..I can't give you any chance, Damien. However you can stay here for the week." She felt like that was the least she could do. After all, she is certain about not giving him a chance.

And then she left to her room, without involving in any further conversation.

Leaving him to mend his own heart just like she did, when she begged him for a chance. However, she didn't do it intentionally. She doesn't feel delighted by breaking his vulnerable heart. Even she feels despair. But he has to comprehend the fact that they are both toxic to each other. They do no belong together.

Apologies! t's embarrassing for me to even update after a while.

I do want to update yet it is so hard to make time for it. 😭

Then sometimes I look at the comments when yous ask for the update and it makes me update cus I can't just leave it.

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Winnie might not give Damien a chance at all.

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Should she?

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