Chapter 133

Damon “It's not a problem, I'm healing already.” I forced a smile, trying to convince her that I was alright when I felt the opposite. My jaws tightened as the burning from the hot coffee went straight to my brain, causing my hand to sting painfully. She frowned in displeasure before pain flashed before her eyes. She knew I was lying. She could feel part of my pain, thanks to mate bond. I followed her exhausted eyes that trailed from the spilled and broken cups and plates to the cabinet. A weary sigh rolled off from her lips as she hissed in annoyance. I was going to make her repeat breakfast the second time. I was a jerk, and my presence screwed things up. “It's not a problem, I can clean the kitchen and fix a quick breakfast in the blink of an eye. You wouldn't even notice that anything happened,” I flashed a nervous smile, hoping to impress her, but the frown on her face deepened, expressing her anger for wasting her effort. Maybe if I had stayed behind, this wouldn't have happened