ONE NIGHT STAND WITH HOT DUKE-Chapter 230: Two persons

That made Valerie lift her head slightly.

But she didn’t answer yet.

Ethan glanced toward the small bed in the corner of the room, where Deon slept peacefully, unaware of everything being weighed around him.

"You have a child now," he continued. "And sooner or later... all of this will involve him too."

Valerie immediately tensed.

Her grip tightened instinctively.

As if just hearing that was enough to touch the most sensitive part of her.

Lena, who had been silent, finally spoke as well. She stepped closer, standing at Valerie’s side, but this time her tone wasn’t purely defensive.

"I won’t force you to go back," she said softly, "and I won’t tell you to choose something you don’t want."

She paused, then looked at Valerie more deeply.

"But you also can’t ignore reality."

The words were quiet but just as heavy.

Valerie closed her eyes for a moment.

She knew where this was going.

And she knew she couldn’t avoid it anymore.

Ethan took a breath before continuing, this time more directly.

"Do you want... your child to grow up not knowing who his father is?"

The question wasn’t accusatory.

But precisely because of that it cut deeper.

Valerie opened her eyes.

But she didn’t answer right away.

Her thoughts seemed to stop for a moment, then spiral even more chaotically than before. She turned toward Deon, looking at that small, peaceful face so calm, so unaware.

A vision of the future suddenly appeared small questions,

curious eyes,

and one sentence that might one day come from his lips.

Who is my father?

Valerie’s breath caught.

She turned her face away quickly, as if unable to bear that image for too long.

"I..." her voice came out faint, almost disappearing.

Lena didn’t interrupt.

Ethan didn’t either.

This time, they let her be.

Because this wasn’t something they could answer for her.

This was something she had to face herself.

"I just want him to be safe..." Valerie finally said, her voice trembling. "I don’t want him involved in everything that happened before..."

"And you think this is safe?" Ethan asked quietly. "With him out there, and you in here, never resolving anything?"

Valerie fell silent again.

There was no easy answer.

No path without risk.

But for the first time she began to realize that silence was no longer something she could hold onto forever.

Outside, the fire still burned.

And someone was still waiting.

Not just as a man demanding an answer.

But also as someone who, whether she admitted it or not, had become part of her child’s future.

The decision did not come all at once.

It wasn’t born from a dramatic moment, nor from a single sentence that changed everything. It grew slowly, almost unnoticed between long nights that gave her no rest, in the weight of every breath, and in every quiet glance she cast toward the window.

For the past few days, Valerie had been living in two worlds.

One was the world she chose calm, simple, far from everything that had hurt her.

And the other was the world that kept chasing her no matter how far she ran.

She tried to hold on.

Tried to convince herself that silence was the best answer.

But the longer she held it in the clearer one thing became,

not everything can be solved by avoiding it.

That morning, the air felt colder than usual.

Pale light from the northern sky slipped through the window, softly illuminating the small room. Nothing outside had truly changed the snow still fell, the wind still moved gently, and the camp... was still there.

Just like the days before.

As if he had no intention of leaving.

Valerie stood by the window, the curtain slightly parted between her fingers. Her gaze fell on the same figure the one who had never left her thoughts, even when she closed her eyes.

Demian stood near a fire that had nearly burned out.

Not moving much.

Not doing anything.

Yet his presence alone was enough to make Valerie’s world feel small.

She watched him for a long time.

Longer than she should have.

And for the first time she didn’t look away first.

Her fingers slowly released the curtain.

Her breath caught for a moment.

Then she turned.

In the corner of the room, Deon was still sleeping peacefully. His small face looked so calm, untouched by everything happening around him. Valerie walked over, sat beside him, and gently brushed his soft dark hair.

A simple touch.

But enough to steady something inside her.

"I can’t keep doing this..." she whispered.

Behind her, Lena and Ethan watched without interrupting. They no longer tried to persuade her, nor did they push.

Because they knew this was not something they could decide for her.

Valerie stood again.

This time, her steps felt different.

Still heavy.

But no longer uncertain.

She turned to them and, without many words, said only one thing.

"I’m going out."

Her voice wasn’t loud.

But it filled the room.

Lena nodded quietly, her gaze softening though she didn’t smile. Ethan simply gave a short nod, saying nothing more.

No one tried to stop her.

No one tried to hold her back. Because they knew this had to happen.

Valerie walked toward the door.

Each step echoed clearly against the wooden floor, each second stretching longer than it should. Her hand lifted as she reached the door the same door that had been the boundary between her and the past she had been avoiding.

She paused.

Just for a moment.

The doubt came again.

But this time it wasn’t strong enough to hold her back.

Valerie took a deep breath, then pushed the door open.

Cold air rushed in, biting against her skin. The sounds outside quieted almost instantly, a few people turning to look, but she didn’t see them.

Her gaze fell on only one person.

There Demian stood.

And for the first time since all of this began there was no longer a wall between them.

Demian didn’t move.

But his eyes found her immediately.

As if he had been waiting for that moment all along.

As if all the days he had spent out there were only for this.

Valerie stepped fully outside, the door closing slowly behind her. The wind moved, carrying thin snow between them, creating a distance that felt greater than it truly was.

But this time neither of them stepped back.

Valerie looked at him, deeply, without avoiding his gaze.

"I came out," she said at last, her voice soft but clear.

She paused.

Holding back something that almost slipped through.

"Not because I’m giving in."

Her eyes did not waver.

"This has to end."