Chapter 46

Entering the room, Damien strolled toward the king-size bed while carrying his spitfire in his muscular arms. Very cautiously, he placed Emmaline on the mattress and slowly stood up to his mighty height. He gazed down at her small crumbled form.

Sadness oozed from her as she made no effort to mask her pain. She wasn't crying but wasn't even saying anything anymore. Like a broken doll, Emmaline was staring at her lap lifelessly as if it was the most exquisite thing.

An uneasy feeling settled in his chest. Damien looked away in annoyance when regret hit him hard. He wasn't guilty of his actions, in fact, he was satisfied but Emmaline's crestfallen face, gloomy eyes, and paled lips were making his heart bleed.

No one spoke a word. Emmaline kept quiet as she didn't want to see his face and Damien was failing to find words to console her so he kept mum.

Once his patience ran out, he raked his hand over his hair, ruffling them before speaking sternly, "I am sending your lunch. Make sure to