Too Late to Ghost Him — Damien's Sharp Gaze

Great. This was fine. Everything was fine. line. Next morning, Mrs. Moretti called us down for breakfast. Damien sat across from me. I stop glancing at him. Then he looked up. Our eyes met. He raised an eyebrow. Slightly my heart jumped. I looked away, but I could still feel his gaze on me. Stay as long as you

sweetheart. Make yourself at home. Thank you, Mrs. Moretti. I smiled and told myself to So what if he was the deadliest shot in the family? So what if we were under the same There was no way Damien would figure out I was the girl who ghosted him. No way. The conversation eventually shifted to Damien. I listened carefully, pieced things together.

Apparently, his mom had set him up with someone recently. Mom, I told you I'm not interested in her. We met twice. I can't even remember her What exactly do you expect from me? You reject every girl I find. I swear, I don't know when you'll ever wake up. You're in your mid-twenties, Damien. No

Sometimes I genuinely wonder if you even like women. Mom, I promise his orientation is fine. He's just romantically unlucky. The girl he's waiting for likes to play games. That's all. I wanted to disappear into my plate. I didn't dare make a sound.

But of course, the universe wasn't done with me. Ella Bennett. Damien's cold voice cut through the air. I flinched, almost dropped my fork. It was just my name. Nothing special about the way he said it.

But hearing it from his mouth sent a shiver down my spine. Why, before I could even think, his razor-sharp gaze was already on me, studying me, an unreadable emotion behind his eyes. You look guilty. Did you do something you shouldn't have?