With that, he turned his questioning gaze to Nora Morgan. "I'm talking to you."
Before Nora Morgan could speak, Seraphina Quinn reached out and grabbed Damian Fairchild's wrist. "Damian Fairchild, there's something I've been hiding from you. I want to be honest with you now."
Sure enough, her words made Damian Fairchild's gaze shift from Nora Morgan back to her face. "What is it?"
Seraphina Quinn said, "Nora Morgan, my throat is a little uncomfortable. Could you go out and buy me some pear juice?"
Nora Morgan thought for a moment, then nodded. "Of course, Miss Quinn."
After sending Nora Morgan away, Seraphina Quinn finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Her gaze fell back on Damian Fairchild, taking in his handsome, inscrutable face. "Back then..."
Her mind was racing, but she couldn't continue.
Seeing her falter, Damian Fairchild frowned. "What about back then?"
