Chapter 898

Damian carried Zelda upstairs in his arms. She was sound asleep and nestled quietly against his chest the entire way. When the elevator doors opened, he walked straight into his own room with her. Inside, only a few dim lights were on, casting a soft, warm glow. The curtains were drawn, and it felt as if the entire world had shrunk down to just the two of them. Zelda lay sprawled on the bed, completely unguarded. Because of the alcohol she consumed, her body radiated heat, making her feel unbearably uncomfortable. On top of that, the buttoned-up shirt she was wearing felt restrictive. She reached up and tugged at her collar, trying to loosen it, but the fabric was too firm to pull apart. She let out a soft, irritated murmur. Her fair skin was flushed from the alcohol, and her cheeks were flushing. Her lips were slightly damp, and her half-lidded eyes hazy with drowsiness. Everything about her exuded an allure. Damian's throat tightened at the sight, and his Adam's apple bobbed