“You know what Lucas?” Damien smirked, glancing at Irene from the corner of his eyes teasingly, increasing the tint of scarlet on her cheeks, pushing her past her limit but her lips wouldn’t dare to pursue a sound and listen to him or even bother to pay heed to him.
“What, Sir?” He asked. Smirk growing wider, he turned his attention back to his breakfast and said, “I didn’t know someone cared for me too much.” Curling her hands in fist at his absurd words, Irene rolled her eyes and he couldn’t help but to smile to himself, remembering the time she was desperately trying to convey her feelings through her helplessness and he caught them before they could get lost and now using it against her.
“Did you find a new girlfriend?” He asked. His smirk alarmed her when he replied, “Certainly did.
