Chapter 22

• Damian was so engrossed in his work that he didn't notice that he left Lilian on the chair. He looked up over his laptop and saw her sleeping, her head propped up on her shoulder. She looked so peaceful and harmless. Her chest slowly and gently bobbed up and down with each breath. She looked so beautiful and quiet that no one would ever believe that she was the one who always wanted to give the billionaire of the city a piece of her mind. He watched her as she slept and a lock of her hair fell over her face. He wanted to push it away himself. He didn't want to wake her. Every now and then, she would take a breath that was deeper than the rest and stir a bit in her sleep. Damian looked at her. It wasn't an expert who needed to tell him that if she kept sleeping like that, she was going to hurt her neck.
• Damian rolled his eyes. Did he really have to do this? His conscience fought internally with itself. Soon it was settled. He saved up his work and went over to her. He put one arm around her neck and the other where her knees were and lifted her off the seat. To his surprise, she didn't stir. She kept sleeping. Seemed that she was really exhausted and she was also surprisingly light despite her curvy physique
• He headed to her room as quietly as he could and stopped beside her bed. This was a great time to get her back. He had a half mind of dropping her on the floor and she'd be in a world of pain and surprise or he could just toss her on the bed and she'd wake up that way. They both felt like excellent options but he decided to drop her gently on the bed. As he did so, Lilian made a light snort but continued to sleep. He kept watching her. She looked so innocent in her sleep.