Chapter 93: DAMIAN AND HIS CHEEKINESS

I exchanged eyes of panic with Gerald who gulped, avoiding Damian's eyes. How long has he been standing there? He wasn't looking very impressed, so I'm guessing he might have heard everything?

“Why do the both of you look like you have just seen a ghost?” Damian's nonchalance slipped through his words, as he stared at us scrutinizingly.

Good, I don't think he heard anything. His further comments had nothing to do with our jesting and mockery.

“What do you want?” Waving my hand in a haughty flick, “And how many times do you want me to tell you to knock before coming into my suite Damian? I don't care if you know how to be courteous or not, just learn to act sensibly around me.”