Eilika's eyes accidentally drifted again toward his bare chest, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed by her own wandering gaze. Without saying anything, she hurried toward the cupboard.
Opening it, she searched through the neatly folded clothes before pulling out a plain shirt. Turning around, she walked back toward him and held it out.
"Here," she said, keeping her voice composed. "Wear this one. I'll stitch the buttons back on later."
Damian accepted the shirt from her hand just as a knock sounded on the door.
"I've brought the fruits," the maid's voice announced from outside.
"I'll get it," Eilika said quickly.
She moved toward the door and opened it. The maid stood there holding a tray filled with freshly cut fruits. Eilika thanked her politely before taking the tray and closing the door again.
As she turned around, she froze for a moment.
Damian had already removed his torn shirt.
