Felix looked a bit disheveled.
His hair was a mess from the wind, and the tip of his nose was red.
“Mr. Clarke…”
Felix’s voice trembled, whether from the cold or something else.
The smile that had been on Damien’s face vanished the moment he saw Felix.
“Felix, I believe I gave you time off for the holidays.”
Damien took the spoon from Grace’s hand and continued feeding Gianna the pumpkin purée.
“Showing up at my house at this hour, you’d better have a damn good reason.”
After saying this, Damien shot Felix a sideways glance.
Felix shivered, so frightened he looked like he might collapse.
“Clarke… Mr. Clarke, I…”
Seeing Felix’s terrified state, Grace quickly intervened.
“It’s alright.”
Grace offered Felix a gentle smile. “Felix, you haven’t had breakfast, have you? It’s so cold outside. Come have a bowl of hot oatmeal to warm up.”
Felix shot Grace a grateful look.
That was his boss's wife for you—a total saint.
“Well…”
But without Damien’s permission, Felix didn’t dare to move.
Damien snorted. Though his expression was still grim, he didn’t say anything more.
He turned to Grace, his tone softening. “Why are you bothering with him? The kid’s tough, he won’t freeze to death.”
“Damien.”
Grace said his name softly, with a hint of playful reproach.
Damien sighed in resignation and waved his hand. “Fine, come on over.”
As if granted a pardon, Felix quickly made his way to the end of the dining table but only dared to perch on the edge of his seat.
A maid served him a bowl of oatmeal.
But Felix was in no mood to eat.
He sat on the chair for a moment, but couldn't hold back. He got up, leaned close to Damien, and whispered something in his ear.
Grace, sitting opposite them, couldn’t hear what he was saying.
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