Chapter 762

Feeling Damon's warm fingers running through her hair, Nyla instinctively clenched her hands on the table and tensed up.

"Maybe I should just do it myself," she said, starting to turn away.

Damon placed his hand on her shoulder.

"I'll do it." His voice was deep, carrying an irresistible authority.

Nyla bit her lip and stopped insisting.

The only sound in the bedroom was the hairdryer.

After about ten minutes, the noise finally ceased.

"All done. Take a look," Damon said.

Nyla reached up to feel her hair. It felt smooth and dry. She turned to look at Damon. "Thank you."

Damon glanced down at her, but his eyes quickly shifted away when they caught a glimpse of the V-neck of her nightgown.

"Let's head downstairs for dinner," he said.

"It's too late. I won't be eating tonight," Nyla replied.

She wanted to maintain her figure and had a rule about not eating anything after 8:00 p.m.

"Lydia said you've been too tired lately and made all your favorite dishes. Are you sure you want