Chapter 88

• Damian raised an eyebrow, amused by Amelia's attempt to act nonchalant. He couldn't resist a small, affectionate smile as he started to unbutton his shirt, sneaking glances at her to gauge her reaction. She lowered her gaze, pretending to be uninterested, but he could sense the tension radiating from her.
• Once he settled into the bathtub, their eyes finally locked, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.
• Amelia's heart raced, a hint of panic flashing across her face, her lashes fluttering as if to shield her from the chaos inside. She quickly averted her gaze, her fingers tracing the bubbles, trying to mask her anxiety from Damian.