Damien sneered, his gaze filled with disdain and mockery.
Emma couldn't stand his attitude – acting as if she had seduced him after he had taken advantage of her. His arrogance was nauseating.
"Damien Sterling, have some respect for yourself," she retorted defiantly, her words dripping with sarcasm.
Such frivolity, hardly befitting a president.
The bottle of special moisturizer for pregnant women rested on the bedside table.
Emma Hart glanced at Damien Sterling nearby, then with an exaggerated motion, she picked up the bottle and applied some of it to her skin before lying down.
The events of that day made Emma cautious, compelling her to stick to her usual routine, wandering from the garden to the kitchen.
During her afternoon nap, Emma felt as if someone was moving around outside, but she dismissed it, thinking she was just groggy.
