Chapter 140. Exhausting Subject

Ellie's POV

"Hey! I said it was nothing. You are my sweet perfection, Ellie. You haven't done anything wrong," Damian insists, his gaze unwavering as he speaks.

"But there is a reason why you reacted like this, right? You know this night will go to waste if you don't open up because there is no way I'm going to let you touch me like this," I warn, my voice laced with a hint of frustration. Every fiber of my being yearns to understand what's troubling Damian, to share in his burdens just as he's shared in mine countless times before.

Damian's gaze remains steadfast, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and reluctance. "It's just a question I have for you," he finally admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"A question for me?" I repeat, my brow furrowing in confusion. The notion that his solemn demeanor is rooted in a simple question seems almost absurd, given the intensity of his expression. "What is it?" I prompt, my curiosity get