Chapter 227

"Sure, home-style dishes it is then." Damien Blackwood seemed to catch her thoughts and added with a casual tone, "I'm not that fancy of a person." "…" Cassandra Taylor felt choked up for a second, then gave him the address to the restaurant. "Stayed up late last night?" Damien glanced at her, his lips curled slightly. He recalled how, just half an hour ago, she dramatically yanked open her curtains, wearing those cute pajamas. The way she froze the moment she saw him—absolutely priceless. That dazed look of hers stirred something in his usually calm heart like a feather flicking the surface, the ripples light but lingering. "Nope." Cassandra muttered with slight annoyance, her ears turning a bit red. Ever since he accidentally saw her fresh-out-of-bed look, she couldn't stop cringing about it. She swore she’d never dare open those curtains again. The restaurant Cassandra picked was a bit far from their hotel and hidden away in a narrow alley filled with vintage-style buildings. Since