Ashley
"I just can't... I don't think I can survive a minute under those unsettling gazes from Mrs. Albrecht," I whispered mentally, my voice quivering with unease.
"Come on, daughter," Mrs. Caterina gently patted my cheeks, sensing my sudden fear. "It's just a dinner," she murmured before turning to Damien, who seemed lost in thought. "Son, I made your favorite. Please lead your wife to the dining table," she instructed, then walked away, leaving just Damien and me standing there.
I gulped hard, my nervous hands clenched into fists. And then, suddenly my breath hitched in my throat as Damien's soft touch grazed my skin. He gently took my hand in his, turning to look at me. In that moment, for the first time, I saw a myriad of emotions in his usually cold gaze. A look of underst
