Marrying the secret divine healer turned Billionaire

Chapter Two

Red with embarrassment at being misdirected, Damien searched the cafe once again for his actual date.

Damien’s steps slowed as he approached the correct table, where a woman in a sleek red dress tapped her manicured nails impatiently against the wooden surface. She looked up, her sharp features set in an expression of annoyance.

“You’re late,” she snapped, folding her arms.

Damien forced a smile. “Apologies. I had a mix-up earlier—”

She didn’t let him finish. “Typical. You can’t even show up on time, and they expect me to give you a chance? Let me guess, another emergency at your little clinic?”

Damien’s jaw tightened, but he remained calm. “I work at a hospital. And yes, my job can be demanding.”

The woman scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. “A gynecology nurse. What kind of man does that? Honestly, this is ridiculous. My parents must be out of their minds.”

“Yes, I am sure it is beneath you but I love my job. Can we get on with the date now, please?”

The woman glared at him, “you must be out of your mind to think I would ever be interested in someone like you. I was done the minute you were late,”

Before Damien could respond, she grabbed her glass of water and splashed it across his chest. Gasps echoed through the café as she stood, tossing her napkin onto the table.

“You’re a joke,” she hissed before storming out, leaving Damien drenched and humiliated.

He let out a slow breath, pulling a napkin from the table to dab at his shirt. He was used to people making assumptions about his profession, but this was a new low. Deciding he’d had enough for one day, Damien left the café.

Damien turned down a quieter street on his way home, he spotted Evelyn Sterling surrounded by two rough-looking men. He assessed their body languages to be able to get a read on them to be sure he could step in. He already made a mistake once today, he didn’t want to make it a pattern.

His eyes narrowed when he walked closer, their aggressive stances and her wary expression set off alarm bells.

“Come on, sweetheart,” one of the men sneered. “Just a little fun. No need to be so uptight.”

“Step back,” Evelyn said firmly,

Damien’s instincts kicked in. Without hesitation, he approached them calmly, “Is there a problem here?”

The thugs turned to him, sizing him up. “Mind your business, pal,” one of them growled.

“I don’t think the lady appreciates your company,” Damien replied, positioning himself between Evelyn and the men. “Leave while I am being nice,” he threatened subtly.

The lead thug sneered. “You’ve got guts, pretty boy. Let’s see if you’ve got the strength to match.”

They advanced on him, one flipped out his pocket knife to try to scare Damien but he managed all he could not to scoff at the sight.

One tried to punch Damien but his instincts kicked in, he blocked the attack and punched the thug on the side of his rib before giving him a quick punch on the jaw.

The lead thug let out a scoff and glared at Damien with as much hatred he could muster, “I am going to kill you,”

“No, you are going to try,” Damien smirked.

The fight was quick because Damien’s military training made short work of their clumsy attacks, leaving the two men groaning on the pavement.

Evelyn watched in stunned silence, her composure momentarily shaken. As the thugs scrambled away, she stepped forward. “Thank you,” she said, her tone genuinely grateful.

“It’s nothing,” Damien replied, brushing off his shirt. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, thanks to you.” Evelyn hesitated, then added, “I owe you. Let me repay you somehow.”

Damien stopped short, a little shocked at her offer. Evelyn saw her opening and pressed, “I can arrange for you to work at one of the most prestigious companies in the city. A man with your skills shouldn’t be stuck as a gynecology nurse.”

Damien smiled faintly. “I appreciate the offer, but I’m happy where I am. It’s not glamorous, but I like helping people.”

Evelyn’s respect for him grew but she wasn’t convinced, “Okay, how much do you want?” She pressed further,

“Thank you but like I said, I don’t do this for rewards,” he said simply.

Evelyn tried not to appear shocked, her sharp mind began to work. Damien’s sincerity and refusal to exploit her gratitude were qualities she rarely encountered. Unlike the suitors her grandfather paraded in front of her, he had no interest in her wealth or influence.

“Thank you again,” Evelyn said finally. “You’ve given me a lot to think about.”

“Please get home safe, It’s not wise to be walking around alone,”

“I will, thank you, Damien.”

Damien tipped his chin and smiled before he walked away.

Evelyn stared at him till he turned the corner before she reached into her bag and took out her phone.

She dialed her assistant,

“Find out everything you can about Damien Cross,” she instructed.

Later that evening, Damien returned home, tired but satisfied that his day had ended on a better note. Or so he thought.

When he unlocked his apartment door, he was greeted by the sight of his blind date but this time, she was in red seated on his couch, her arms crossed and a smug expression on her face.

He turned back to the door to make sure he got his apartment correctly, he could be hallucinating for all he knew.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” she said, her voice dripping with contempt.

Damien stared, his patience wearing thin. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to give you one last chance to prove you’re not a complete waste of my time,” she declared.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” the woman snapped, her eyes darting to her painted nails as she admired it.

Damien rubbed his temples, already regretting every decision that had led to this moment.