Chapter 87: A Magic Spell
She sure has a big heart. She dares to fall asleep so casually despite being in the closed carriage with another man.
Damon stared at Olivia for a while before he suddenly leaned on her. It was better to fix her duvet if he wanted his mind to rest. He picked up the duvet and covered her body with it but just as he covered her till her neck, she pushed the duvet away, mumbling something.
Damon frowned. But his eyes couldn’t help but fall on her chest. and he could vaguely see her breasts from this angle.
It was a momentary glance, and Damon hurriedly diverted his gaze away. With a crimson face, he quickly covered her body tightly with a blanket. And to make sure that she did not push the duvet away, he rolled it around her and knotted the corners of the duvet.
After which, he returned to his seat. But it was as if someone had cast a magic spell over his face. He simply stared at her without moving.
Staring at her deeply sleeping form, he found himself going through internal turmoil. Eventually, his rationality lost to his desires, and he slowly lowered his body towards her.
The moment his lips were just about to meet hers, he stopped.
He seemed to be struggling desperately with something, and many emotions flickered across his eyes. A long time later, he eventually decided against tainting her. He tilted his face away to create some distance between his lips and hers, held his breath in silence for a moment before he finally straightened his posture.
He had never touched a woman before, so why could he not control himself? His own thoughts baffled him.