My Little Devil

6

At this moment, I doubted if Damon was still dreaming. Otherwise, how could he say such ambiguous words only suitable for couples in front of so many people?

Was he drunk?

Under the inquisitive eyes of everyone, I took the glass of grape juice and answered in a low voice, "Okay."

If I had known it earlier, I would never have pretended to be drunk in my dream and leaned on his shoulder!

Jack stepped back a little and returned to his seat. The look on his face had returned to normal, but he didn't talk much with me afterward.

I was relieved to not have to deal with this. But when I thought that it was all because of Damon, I felt uneasy again.

Finally, the working dinner was over. I was about to leave when someone called my name.

"Ms. Woodhouse, aren't you going with Mr. Gray?" Jack asked with a smile.

Looking at the tall and slender figure surrounded in front of me, I sighed.

"I have nothing to do with Mr. Gray," I explained.