Damien didn't want to stop. Partially because he felt his pride had been stripped the moment Elizabeth mentioned his doomed interest in her. He hadn't thought it was so obvious, and now he couldn't help but curse himself inwardly for being so reckless. Furthermore, he was afraid she might ridicule him some more. Of which she had a right to because just as she stated, her actions were none of his business. “I am sorry," Elizabeth whimpered, forcing him to halt in his steps. Hearing her apology didn't do any good to his tormented mind. She had nothing to apologize for because all she did was state facts. “Please come back.” That had him turning to face her, but he didn't dare take a step forward.
“You are right,” he rasped, his eyes darting everywhere. He couldn't bear to look at her face,
