Chapter 200 She Is Your Fiancée, Not Mine

Whitney had no idea how long Damian would be gone. If she tried to escape now and got caught, there would be no second chance. Instead, she pretended to stretch her arms and legs in the courtyard, all the while discreetly observing her surroundings. Every exit still had two guards posted, and maids moved about the courtyard at regular intervals. It was no wonder Damian felt confident leaving her unrestrained. The chances of escape were slim—almost nonexistent. But slim didn't mean impossible. Whitney caught sight of the maid who had lent her sanity supplies the night before. The woman had just emerged from a room, likely after cleaning it. "Miss, thank you for your help yesterday," Whitney said, initiating a conversation. The maid looked uneasy, giving a slight shake of her head but staying silent. "I'd like to prepare something Damian likes to eat. Do you know when he'll be back?" The maid shook her head again, clearly not permitted to talk to her. Whitney recalled how even th