Breakfast

Rosalie widened her eyes, taken aback by Damien's unexpectedly hostile reaction. Observing the redness on his face, she finally understood that her actions might have been perceived as highly inappropriate and crossing the line. Her own cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she averted her gaze from Damien's exposed chest, realizing that such behavior would be considered harassment if directed at a stranger.

"My sincerest apologies, Your Grace! I did not mean to touch you in such a manner!"

She attempted to take a step back to create distance between them, but the firm grip of the duke's hands around her delicate wrists kept her in place. Rosalie glanced down at his strong grasp on her arms, then slowly raised her gaze to meet Damien's face, which still bore the flush of embarrassment, his radiant golden eyes locked with hers, shimmering like twin flames.

"Uhm, Your Grace?"