Aria's pov
I was starving.
The moment I stepped onto the private jet and saw food even just steak and potatoes I ate without hesitation.
When you're this hungry, who cares? Filling my stomach was all that mattered.
I couldn't help worrying that Damien would pull the same stunt he did last time, when he dragged me back from Paris.
Just remembering it sent a chill down my spine. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that history wouldn't repeat itself.
But this time, Damien seemed busy. After dinner, he told me to shower and rest while he worked at the desk. I'd always thought of him as a monster. But now, watching him totally focused on work, I had to admit he looked attractive.
he usual coldness on Damien's face disappeared.
Deep focus replaced it.
He'd frown, press his
