Chapter 170

Mr. Field stood just outside the kitchen, completely stunned by what he’d just witnessed—his usually impeccable employer had gone and grabbed food with his hands. With. His. Hands. For someone nicknamed the “walking etiquette manual” in their elite social circle, this was downright scandalous. Cassandra jolted to attention and, without thinking, rushed forward and smacked the back of Damien’s hand. “Wash your hands!” Damien blinked, eyes dropping to the slightly reddened spot on his hand. Instead of getting annoyed, he quirked a half-smile, voice soft with a teasing lilt. “Sugar, that felt weirdly domestic. We’re starting to sound like an old married couple.” Cassandra’s eyes widened at the comment, her pale cheeks instantly turning pink. She shot him a glare and quickly changed the subject. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming back to Skyview Manor today?” “Oh that. Maybe I’ve just got a sixth sense for good things happening. Skipped out on a major client just to turn back,” he said smo