Noon.
The dining room in Skyview Manor was pure luxury, elegant to a fault.
Damien sliced into his steak with practiced grace. Every movement was smooth and classy—he looked like nobility straight out of a magazine cover, both refined and untouchable.
Then, without warning, he spoke. "Sweetheart."
"Huh? What’s up?" Cassandra looked up, slightly lost. Seeing him staring right at her face, she thought maybe she had sauce on her cheek. Her already fair face flushed as she quickly grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth, trying to stay calm.
Damien didn’t miss a single movement. There was a quick gleam of amusement in his deep sapphire eyes.
"I was just going to say, no need to be so stiff. Relax. Eat more." He gave her a light smile, pausing before adding with a casual tone,
