When I sat at the table, Damien was already there.
With the chilly atmosphere, I realized he was still angry.
So I sat there and eat my lunch silently not to trigger his anger.
I was already too much hungry, and I didn’t want to spoil his mood and skip this lunch.
I finished my lunch and wipe my mouth with a napkin, getting up, ready to return to my room when I heard his cold voice coming from behind.
“You are shifting to my room. A maid will move your belongings there,” his command came, making me halt in my step, I looked at him shocked.
Did he just order what I heard he just ordered?
“What do you mean?” I asked, frowning.
But he put his spoon down and looked at me, folding his hand on the table in a challenging manner.
“I said it clearly. But if you haven’t listened, I can repe
