Damian’s eyes widened in shock at Ranya’s proposition. How was the almighty Ranya Windsor asking for a favor with pleading eyes?
“What?” Ranya asked, his voice deep, with a hint of displeasure. “You can’t go?”
“No... not really,” Damian replied, blinking his eyes repeatedly. As expected, whatever emotional gaze Ranya had on a few moments ago disappeared like it had never been there in the first place. How Ranya was able to do that remained a mystery.
“I think this is bullshit anyway,” Ranya groaned, igniting the car. “I shouldn’t be here in the first place.”
Damian furrowed his brow, confusion laced across his face. “You’re giving up already? Aren’t you here to see someone you obviously don’t have the balls to face?”
Damian knew saying those nasty words meant little or nothing to Rany
