Chapter 362

Damien Blackwood sidestepped her question effortlessly and said, “If he wanted you to know who he really is, he wouldn’t be wearing a mask.” “Didn’t he wear it because of scars or something?” Cassandra Taylor kind of knew she wouldn’t be able to get anything useful out of him, so even though she expected it, a bit of disappointment still crept in. “Who said he got disfigured?” he raised an eyebrow. “Huh?” Cassandra blinked, a little awkward. “Well, he's always wearing that mask. I remembered Mr. Lucius was in a fire when he was young... I figured maybe he didn’t die in it after all, just got burned badly. So he let everyone believe he was dead…” “You’ve got quite the imagination, sweetheart.” His expression flickered into something complicated, and though he chuckled softly, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Can’t you really just tell me something about Lucius?” she asked again, unwilling to give up. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her a little closer. “Sweetheart, no guy wa