"I wasn't trying to undress you. My maid told me of an incident where you were stabbed, and my curiosity got the better of me," Eloise said, pulling her hand away to rest at her side. "I should have asked first instead of acting so rashly."
"Why were you speaking about me getting stabbed? What brought on this topic?"
"I was speaking about social events, and how I wouldn't have one here. Hannah spoke of why you might not be fond of them and how a relative tried to stab you. Was it truly because they wanted control of the estate?" Eloise asked, curious.
Could no one escape the greed of relatives?
"He was a distant cousin who, for some reason, thought he was to be considered. Here," Damien said, holding Eloise's hand to guide her under his shirt. "You were close."
Eloise looked down. She held her breath as Damien guided her hand over his smooth skin. She felt the outlines of his muscular body before coming to a stop.
