Chapter 18: I don't have time to listen to you two arguing

She looked at his drooping eyelids in a daze, sometimes blinking like a butterfly's wings, making the hard lines and the domineering look on his face much softer.

This was the first time she dared to look at him at such close range, and she dared to be so angry because he was not looking at her.

But, if she hadn't had to look at him so closely, she probably wouldn't have seen a bit...a hint of gentleness on that face.

Yes, a gentleness that is difficult to detect.

She must have been blindsided by mistake; Boss Desmond has always been cold as money; how can he be gentle with her?

Even gently, the object of that "tenderness" should be his "girlfriend" Loona Richart is right.

'Finished yet?' She spoke, her voice trembling slightly.

'Put on some more.'

Damian Desmond didn't raise her head either, as if all her attention was on the wound on her leg.

If it weren't for that big bump, her legs would be lovely, and her pink and white toes would lo