Damien let his gaze sweep across the villa's interior once more, taking in the carefully curated balance between elegance and functionality. It was pristine, untouched, and—for the first time—his.
No lurking staff. No intrusive eyes. Just him and Elysia.
Satisfied, he turned to her, studying her calm, expressionless face before exhaling lightly. "Before we do anything, I should apologize."
Elysia blinked, a rare flicker of surprise passing through her otherwise unreadable features. She raised an eyebrow. "Why?"
Damien smirked. "Because handling my meals, the cleaning, and maintaining this place by yourself for the entire month will be a pain in the ass."
Elysia didn't react immediately. She merely looked at him, as if weighing the words, before stating in a monotone voice, "I have no such problems. It is my duty."
Damien chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, I figured you'd say that."
