Chapter 85: breath in breath out
Damon’s hand paused on the second button of his shirt. He looked at her with a bemused look.
"Why would I take off my clothes, aunt?" he raised a brow looking curious. "What kind of thoughts you were having toward me?"
"...." Olivia gulped as she watched his hands moving away from his shirt. He was only loosening his cravat and opening the front two buttons because of the warmth. The noon was rather hot and they have been in the garden for a long time.
Even though she was sweating. She looks away embarrassed. What was she even thinking! Why would he take off his clothes!
"That.. it was a misunderstanding." she did not dare to raise her head to meet his eyes. Damon smirked and leaned. Her heart raced and reached her throat.
"What... what are you doing?" she blushed and leaned on the seat instantly with an attempt to create some distance but he raised his brow again looking bemused.
"Aunt, are you alright? Why is your face so red?" with a smirk, he touched her forehead only for her to flinch. "Your skin is so hot. Are you having a fever?" he teased onl for her to nod.
"Yes.. yes! I think I am sick. So do not touch me unnecessarily or you might get sick too. She pushed his hands away.
Damon stared at the hands that were swatted like they were flies. But for some reason, he was not irked. He watched her with a teasing smile on his face.