Chapter 336

Grace felt a little uncomfortable. Damien's gaze never left her. Sometimes, he frowned; other times, he pressed his lips into a thin line. She had no idea what he was thinking. All she knew was that under his stare, she felt like an object on display. The whole private room felt colder by the second. When she finally glanced up, she realized something else was wrong. Ethan didn't look so good either. His face was pale, and he kept sipping water, his wrist tense around the glass. Grace quickly got up and walked over to him. "Mr. Henderson, are you feeling alright?" she asked, keeping her voice low. Ethan lowered his lashes. Both his hands were wrapped around his glass. "I'm fine," he said simply. But Grace knew him better than that. Even if he was really hurting, he wouldn't waste words complaining about it. She leaned in a little closer, whispering, "Is it your stomach? There's a pharmacy nearby. I can run and grab you something if you want." Before Ethan could answer,