Chapter 153 Eyes That Speak-2
Chapter 153: Eyes That Speak-2
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Dahlia finally pulled back, her hands lingering on Jaime’s cheeks, trembling slightly. Her eyes were red, glossy… but shining with something fierce and tender all at once.
“You… you definitely look like Julian,” she whispered, voice breaking, catching on each word. She
took a shaky breath, as if trying to hold herself together. “Maya… she showed me your photo… but
seeing you-here, in person-it’s… it’s something else.”
Her hands tightened just a fraction, and her gaze softened, searching his face as if memorizing
every line. “And… you have your mother’s eyes.” Her voice faltered, then steadied again, quivering
with raw emotion. “You’re a brave young man… braver than you know. Your parents… they would be
so proud of you… both of you.”
She blinked rapidly, swallowed hard, and just for a moment, let herself be overwhelmed-her chest
rising and falling, tears threatening to spill again-but there was pride, love, and awe mixed into
every quiet, shuddering pause.
The introductions continued with a gentle ease. Dominic led Jaime toward his parents, pride and
nostalgia glimmering in his eyes.
“Son,” Dominic said, resting a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “these are my parents-Charles and
Eleanor Blackwood.”
Charles’s face softened immediately, the familiar spark of recognition lighting in his eyes. “Ah…
Julian’s boy,” he said warmly, stepping forward to shake Jaime’s hand. “You have his manner, you
know. That calm way of speaking-steady but sharp.”
Eleanor smiled tenderly beside him. “And those eyes,” she added softly. “Just like Malia’s.”
The siblings bowed their heads politely, both touched by the quiet fondness in the elder couple’s
tone. The moment hummed with warmth-bittersweet, but healing.
Just then, the butler appeared at the edge of the room, bowing slightly. “Pardon the interruption, dinner is ready.”
Dominic clapped his hands lightly, a playful grin breaking through the lingering emotion. “Perfect
timing. Come on, everyone-let’s eat before the food gets cold. I’d rather not witness the old man’s wrath if he’s left waiting.”
Charles let out a low, mock-scolding scoff, a smile tugging at his lips. “Don’t tempt me, boy.”
Laughter rippled through the room as they all made their way toward the grand dining hall.
The long mahogany table gleamed under the soft chandelier light, silverware neatly aligned, the
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Chapter 153 Eyes That Speak-2
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aroma of roasted herbs and wine sauce filling the air. As the family began to take their seats, the atmosphere shifted from formality to warmth-stories spilling into the air like the soft hum of music.
Halfway through the first course, Nicholas Ashcroft arrived, noticeably more composed than he had been at the pier earlier that day. His hair was still a touch tousled, but there was a newfound clarity in his eyes, a quiet steadiness replacing the earlier chaos.
“Ah, look who decided to join us,” Dominic said with a wide grin, breaking the gentle lull that had settled over the table.
Nick offered a small, relaxed smile as he acknowledged everyone at the table. “Uncle Dominic. Aunt Dahlia. Gramps. Grams.” His voice was easy, warm, and carried no trace of the earlier
tension. He passed Damien with a friendly nod, lightly patting his shoulder. “Hey, D.”
He turned to Maya, a grin spreading naturally across his face. “Sis.” And then his gaze softened as
it landed on Jaime. “And you-looking good, bud. Really good.”
“I thought you’d reek of alcohol,” Damien teased, raising an eyebrow.
Nick laughed, tossing his head back slightly. “You kidding me? Your grandma might kick me out on
the spot if I came smelling like a brewery.”
Eleanor, her voice soft but amused, chimed in. “Hmm… I’m glad you didn’t. Otherwise, I’d have no
problem chatting with Margaret.” She paused thoughtfully, then asked, “By the way, how are your
grandparents doing?”
Nick sank into his chair with an exaggerated sigh, letting his shoulders slump just enough to show
his mild exasperation. He shot a glance around the table, a wry smile tugging at his lips.
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