Chapter 44
“You look fatigued,” Chloe observed.
“Am I so visibly disheveled?” Damien asked.
“No, far from it.”
A light chuckle escaped Damien’s lips as he settled deeper into his chair, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Chloe, meanwhile, was startled by his unusual state of disarray—his tousled hair and haphazardly fastened shirt buttons were a stark departure from his typically flawless appearance, leaving her feeling somewhat unsettled. She now understood why he insisted on maintaining such an impeccable façade—when his defenses were down, a disconcerting sense of danger seemed to surround him.
Chloe found herself contemplating what he might have become had he not been born into nobility. Her thoughts drifted back to their first encounter when she had witnessed him rallying dispirited soldiers on the eve of a grueling battle. He could have been a successful revolutionary leader.
“What are you thinking about so intently?”
