Inside the study, Damien Valerius set down his phone, then turned his roguish gaze back to Aurora Sterling in his arms.
The man raised an eyebrow, his eyes holding a charm that would put any woman to shame. "Weren't you going to feed me soup?"
"Y-yes..."
Well, faced with this charming and roguish side of Damien Valerius, Aurora instantly lost her nerve.
Damien Valerius's arms tightened around Aurora Sterling's body. He gestured with his perfectly sculpted chin toward the soup bowl on the desk. "Well? The soup is getting cold."
Looking at the man's expression, Aurora suddenly had the bad feeling that she was playing with fire, but she still slowly picked up the soup bowl.
With the bowl in one hand and the spoon in the other, she ladled out a spoonful of soup and obediently brought it to Damien Valerius's lips.
However, Damien Valerius kept his lips pressed tightly together, showing no intention of opening his mouth to drink.
Aurora Sterling blinked. "Drink your soup."
