Chapter 1010 You Must Shave

• Am I under a spell? Why do I think of such a decent man as my adversary? "I just..." she trailed off, her thoughts interrupted by Damien's gentle inquiry.
• "What did you dream about? You can confide in me," his deep voice resonated with genuine concern as he brushed away a tear from the corner of her eye. "Or, if you're hungry, I can prepare something for you."
• As he expressed concern for her, Cherise struggled to suppress her tears. A flicker of panic was heard in Damien's voice. This was a rare occurrence. Enveloping her in a comforting embrace, he carried her towards the bedroom. Tenderly easing her onto the bed, he couldn't help but notice her tear-stained pillow.