Lady Jennifer and Clara both walked out of the kitchen and they walked up to the dining table to serve the soup.
Alicia sat and watched her mother serve them dinner around the dining table.
Damian wasn't focused on the food, but on Alicia's face. As he was fascinated with the way her lips pouted with disdain.
"Why do you keep pouting like that? Do you not like the soup?" Damian asked Alicia, taking her by surprise, and she glared at him, not responding as she hated the way his deep voice reached her eardrums.
Samantha, who sat across from Alicia and Damian at the dining table, frowned as she saw the way Damian's curious gaze was fixated on Alicia's face.
Instead of Damian resuming eating, he watched the way Alicia washed her hands in a bowl of water that Clara had served her on the di
