Chapter 294

The orange juice had a murky orange hue, with a thin layer of fine white foam resting on the surface.

"Damian," Vivica called out.

Hearing her call his name out of the blue, Damian's hand jerked, and a drop of orange juice splashed onto the back of his hand.

He set the juicer down and turned around.

Vivica must've shown up at some point; she was leaning against the doorframe, hands stuffed in her