Chapter 50 49
Soraya's POV
“What's that look on your face?”
“Hmm?” I blinked. “Are you talking to me?”
“Of course,” she said with a small smirk. “Who else?”
“I…I don’t have any look,” I stammered quickly. “There’s nothing on my face.”
Kimberly tilted her head slightly, her lips curling with amusement. “Hmm. Well, you have a Darius look on your face.”
“A what?” I asked. “A Darius look?”
She chuckled softly. “It means you’re flustered about him. Maybe thinking about something he did… or something you want him to do.”
My cheeks went hot instantly. “W…what? No! Nothing like that!”
Kimberly laughed quietly, her spoon still in her hand. “Sure, if you say so.”
I looked down at my tea, trying to hide my face. Was I really that obvious?
If Kimberly could tell, then could Darius?
I looked at Kimberly quietly for a moment before asking, “You’re Sam’s mate, right?”
Kimberly lifted her gaze from her soup and smiled softly. “Hmm. Yes, I am. We’ve been together for about three years now.”
“Three years?” I repeated in surprise.
She nodded. “Yes. I met him when I was eighteen and discovered he was my mate.”
“Eighteen?” I murmured. “That’s so young.”
Kim chuckled lightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “That’s how it usually is for us werewolves. Once we turn eighteen, we’re able to sense and find our mates. Though, sometimes it takes a while as some people don’t find theirs right away.”
She paused for a moment, then added, “Like Darius.”
That made me look up. “Darius?”
“Mhm,” she said, stirring her soup gently. “He’s twenty-five now, he took quite awhile to find you.”
“Okay, I’m off to attend to some errands. See you around,” Kimberly said, flashing me a bright smile as she rose from the dining table.
“Oh, okay. Bye,” I replied, smiling back as I watched her leave.
We ended up having such a nice conversation. Kimberly was honestly not what I’d expected at all. She was kind, funny, and very easy to talk to. I still couldn’t believe she was Emily’s twin. They were nothing alike. Kimberly had this warm, confident energy about her.
I finished the last bite of my toast and reached for my glass of water. As I took a sip, I heard sudden voices coming from the kitchen.
“What? He didn’t take it? Gosh! Why didn’t you give it to him?”
“I’m so sorry, ma’am. I didn’t even know where he left from,” another voice answered, one of the maids, probably.
My brows furrowed. Who forgot to give who what?
“Someone has to go give it to him,” Mrs. Opaline's voice said. “He didn’t eat anything this morning, and you know he won’t get something to eat outside. Someone should send it to him before he starves himself again.”
I set my glass down and stood up, my curiosity getting the best of me.
When I stepped into the kitchen, Mrs. Opaline turned, a bit startled. “Oh, good morning, dear.”
“Good morning,” I greeted softly, glancing around. “What’s going on? I heard voices.”
“Oh, nothing to worry about, dear,” she said with a small sigh. “Darius forgot to take his lunch, and the maid here forgot to hand it to him before he left. He didn’t eat breakfast either, and he doesn’t really buy food at work.”
I frowned. “He forgot his lunch?” That wasn’t good. He was going to be hungry.
Mrs. Opaline turned to the maid, Irene. “Come on, get the lunch and go drop it off at his office.”
Irene hesitated, biting her lip. “But ma’am, I haven’t cleaned the garden yet, and the Alpha has guests coming soon…”
Mrs. Opaline looked at Irene again, her brows slightly raised. “What about Chantelle?”
“She’s washing the cars, ma’am,” Irene said quickly.
Mrs. Opaline sighed. “I understand, but you’ll have to pause for now so you can take Darius his food—”
“Wait,” I cut in. “Um, I could… I could get the food to him.”
She blinked in surprise. “Oh, you don’t have to, dear.”
“No, ma’am, I mean…” I glanced at Irene, then back at her. “They’re both busy with so many things right now, and I’m not really doing anything. I could just… send the food to him.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then her expression softened. “Are you sure, Soraya? You don’t have to go through the trouble.”
“It’s fine,” I said, smiling. “It’s not a big deal. I’ll just drop it off for him.”
Mrs. Opaline finally nodded. “Alright then. The driver’s back now, so he can take you to the office.”
“Okay,” I said, already turning toward the stairs. “I’ll just quickly brush my hair.”
I hurried upstairs and grabbed my brush. My hair was a bit messy as I didn't really brush it earlier. I ran the brush through it a few times until it looked decent.
Once I was done, I went back down. Mrs. Opaline was waiting with a small black lunch box in her hands.
“Here,” she said, handing it to me. “Make sure he eats, alright?”
“I will,” I said, taking it carefully.
“Good. Tell the driver to drop you off, and be safe, okay?”
“I will,” I repeated with a smile.
Holding the lunch box close, I stepped outside toward the car. The driver stood beside it.
“Good morning, sir,” I greeted politely.
“Good morning, miss,” he replied with a small bow.
“Could you drop me off at Darius’s company? I want to give him his lunch,” I said.
“Of course,” he said, opening the passenger door for me.
I got in, smoothing my dress as he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s seat.
I sat quietly in the car as we drove through the city. The wind from outside slipped in through the slightly opened window, brushing against my face. I rested the lunch box on my lap and stared out, watching the blur of buildings and trees pass by.
After a while, the driver spoke. “We’re almost there, miss.”
“Oh,” I said softly, sitting up straighter.
A few minutes later, the car turned into a large, open space. The sight before me made my eyes widen a little. A tall glass building shimmered in the sunlight.
“This is the company,” the driver said, stopping the car.
I looked out the window again. The words D.D. Enterprise were boldly displayed across the top of the building. I smiled softly. D.D… that must stand for Darius Dovenia.
“Thank you,” I said, opening the door and stepping out.
The driver turned toward me. “Should I wait for you here, miss?”
“Sure,” I replied, adjusting my hold on the lunch box. “I’ll just give him his lunch and come right back.”
He nodded, and I started walking toward the entrance.
The closer I got, the more impressive the building looked. It was all glass and marble, shining beneath the sun. People walked in and out, dressed neatly, holding files and phones, all looking busy.
I took a breath and approached the glass doors, but before I could step in, a security guard moved forward, blocking my path.
“Excuse me, miss,” he said firmly. “Who are you?”