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Insulted, Jeff started kicking his feet in protest. “Shut up, you overgrown weirdo! Let me down! Elliana likes me—she actually does! This has nothing to do with you, so just butt out!”
Their back-and-forth was loud enough to echo through the house. Themotion brought Heather racing over. “Damian, who are you yelling at? Elliana is trying to have dinner, you know!”
Hearing this, Jeff’s legs stopped iling. Curiosity took over as he turned to study Heather.
Heather cocked her head, giving the bald, feisty boy a once-over. “Where did you pick up this little firecracker?” she asked Damian.
Damian just shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips. “This kid wandered in all on his own. ims he’s some kind of Evans family prince and thinks he’s destined to be Elliana’s future husband.”
“A future husband?” Heather doubled over withughter, gripping her sides. “You’ve got to be joking. Powerful men from every corner of the world are lining up just to get a moment of her time. What would she need with a so-called future husband? By the time this kid’s old enough, she’ll have left the best of her years behind!”
Chuckling, Damian nced down at Jeff and teased him openly. “You catch that? Elliana could have anyone she wants. You’re not even on her radar, so don’t waste your time—go home.”
No sooner had Damian finished than he tossed Jeff outside the gate as if he weighed nothing at all.
Landing face-first, Jeff hit the ground with a muffled grunt. A split secondter, his suitcase came sailing through the air, thudding down beside him. His disgruntled cat followed,nding in a heap.
Refusing to stay down, Jeff sprang back to his feet, cheeks red with anger. He was ready to shout, but Damian had already mmed the heavy iron gate shut.
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“You blond weirdo! That was way out of line!” Jeff blurted out, nting his fists on his hips in protest.
Not interested in further drama, Heather strode back toward the vi. Leaning back in his chair by the gatehouse, Damian stretched out and watched Jeff’s outrage with azy grin.
Gripping the iron bars, Jeff pressed his face between them and shouted, “Hey! Blond weirdo! I’m ordering you to open this gate right now!” All he got for his trouble was Damian flicking a finger in his ear and pretending not to hear a thing.
A promise to Elliana weighed on Damian’s mind—while he was on guard, nothing and no one would slip by, not even the tiniest bug. As for this stubborn kid? He’d have a better shot waiting for the sun to rise in the west.
Refusing to budge, Damian stayed rooted to his spot, eyes glued to the horizon as if Jeff didn’t exist. Suddenly, Jeff tipped his head back and unleashed a wail that rattled the gates. “Elliana! Elliana! Elliana!” His cries echoed through the night.
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