Emma Hart watched as Damien Sterling hurriedly fled, squinting her eyes with a smile.
She had never seen Damien Sterling like this before; he was actually kind of cute. Suddenly, she felt like she had found the right way to deal with Damien Sterling.
The warmth of the man's fingers brushing over her scalp seemed to linger on the surface of her brain, driving away any remaining drowsiness. It was such a normal thing to do, but thinking about it made her cheeks flush.
When Damien Sterling walked out of the bedroom, he wasn't sure what had come over him. Seeing her hair all wet, he had feared she might catch a cold and, almost instinctively, had helped blow-dry it for her.
The moment he was caught, he felt strangely guilty. Why was he afraid she would notice his gentleness? He immediately turned cold, threw the hairdryer at her, and walked out.
