Supreme Warlock System : From Zero to Ultimate With My Wives-Chapter 152: You Deserve Some Attention

Warlock Ch 152. You Deserve Some Attention

"What?" Damian asked innocently, though the playful grin on his face betrayed him. "It's not like I'm suggesting anything unreasonable. You've been standing there all night, worrying about me. Don't you think you deserve some… attention?"

"You're impossible," Evelyn muttered, her voice flustered as she turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze.

"And yet," Damian said, tilting his head to catch her eyes again, "you're still here."

Her lips pressed into a thin line, though the corners twitched upward despite her best efforts. "You think you're so charming, don't you?"

"Not think," Damian corrected, his smirk widening as he leaned just a fraction closer. "Know."

Evelyn groaned, though the sound lacked any real conviction. "I should have put something in that drink to knock you out."

"Should've," Damian said with a chuckle. "But you didn't. Which means you secretly enjoy this."

"Enjoy what?" she shot back, though her voice lacked its usual sharpness. "Watching you turn into a smug flirt after burning through your entire reading list?"

"No," Damian said, his tone softening just slightly. "Enjoying the fact that you don't have to worry about me for a little while. At least, not tonight."

Evelyn's expression faltered, the teasing edge slipping away as she met his gaze. There was something in the way Damian looked at her—intense, unwavering, and dangerously sincere. Her heart skipped a beat, and she cursed silently at how easily he got under her skin.

"Damian," she began, her voice softer than she intended. "You can't just—"

"I can't just what?" he interrupted, his tone teasing but laced with that same earnestness. He moved closer, his presence filling the space between them, and Evelyn felt her pulse quicken.

"You know what I mean," she muttered, looking anywhere but at him. It was a mistake. The moment she glanced away, Damian leaned in, his lips curving into that maddening smirk of his.

"I said it, didn't I?" Damian murmured, his voice dropping to a low, almost hypnotic timbre. His hand brushed her arm gently, his fingers trailing down in a way that sent a shiver through her. "I wouldn't let you off the hook. And I meant it."

Her knees felt weak, her resolve crumbling under his stare. 'Ah, there it is,' she thought. That voice. That stare. The ones that always managed to undo her, no matter how much she tried to resist.

"Damian…" she tried again, but her voice betrayed her, coming out as more of a breathy whisper.

He chuckled softly, the sound low and warm, as his hands moved to her waist. Before she could protest—or even process what was happening—he scooped her up effortlessly, lifting her off the ground as if she weighed nothing.

Evelyn gasped, her hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders for balance. "What do you think you're doing?"

"Taking you somewhere more comfortable," Damian said casually. "You've been on your feet all day. You deserve a break."

"I don't need—" she began, but he cut her off with a playful grin.

"Relax," he said, his voice soft but commanding. "I've got you."

Evelyn hated how her heart fluttered at those words, but there was no denying the effect he had on her. She let out a resigned sigh, though her grip on his shoulders didn't loosen.

"You're beautiful tonight," Damian shot without missing a beat, the sincerity in his tone catching her off guard.

She blinked, her cheeks flushing despite herself. "I didn't wear anything special today."

"Doesn't make it any less true," he said as he gently set her down on the edge of the bed, his hands lingering on her waist for just a moment longer than necessary.

Evelyn tried to muster a retort, but the way he looked at her—like she was the only thing in the world that mattered—made it impossible. She swallowed hard, her gaze darting away as she tried to gather her thoughts. "You're insufferable, you know that?"

Damian chuckled, sitting down beside her and leaning in close. "And yet, you're still here."

She rolled her eyes, but the fondness in her expression betrayed her. "You're lucky I am."

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"I know," he said simply, his voice softer now as he reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face. His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her jaw with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

Evelyn's breath hitched, and she looked at him, really looked at him. The playful smirk was still there, but beneath it was something deeper—something raw and unguarded.

"You're doing it again," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

"Doing what?" he asked, his thumb brushing against her cheek.

"Making it impossible to stay mad at you," she admitted, her lips curving into a reluctant smile.

Damian grinned, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good. Because I don't plan on giving you a reason to be mad nor keep your composure."

He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Not tonight."

The intimacy of his words, the closeness of his presence—it was too much and not enough all at once. Evelyn felt her resolve slip further, her defenses crumbling like sand under the tide.

"Damian…" she began, but he silenced her with a gentle brush of his lips against her temple. The touch was soft, almost reverent, and it sent a warmth spreading through her that she couldn't ignore.

"Shh," he murmured, his voice low and steady, carrying that familiar teasing edge that always left her simultaneously flustered and intrigued. "You talk too much, you know that?"

Evelyn felt her cheeks heat, a retort dying on her tongue as she struggled to gather her thoughts. His proximity was intoxicating, the faint scent of the herbal drink he'd just finished still lingering on his breath. It made her pulse quicken, her resolve wavering under the weight of his presence.

Without fully realizing what she was doing, her hand reached out, her fingers brushing against his jawline. The stubble there was rough but warm, grounding her in the moment. She trailed her touch upward, cupping his cheek gently as her thumb grazed over the curve of his cheekbone.