Back in the parish, Elizabeth had long been transferred to the staff quarters, for she had considerably healed. Moreover, it would have been frowned upon if she kept staying under the same roof with two men who had taken a vow of celibacy, though one of them was almost the same age as her grandfather.
Damien had just come from the church when he bumped into her. Coincidentally, she was heading to church to see him. Lazying around and doing nothing substantial was beginning to make her feel like a freeloader.
“Hey,” Damien greeted calmly, though his insides were literally melting. His heart rate had spiked like every other time he is in her presence.
“Hello,” Elizabeth murmured shyly. “I was actually hoping to talk to you.” She couldn't hold his gaze for long. Not that Damien was any b
