Damien and Peter walked in from outside.
Juliet scread for Damien to save her. "Damien, she’s gone crazy! Save !"
Damien was visibly panicked. "Sophia, put down the lighter."
Peter was also startled. He stepped forward and said, ’’Sophia, calm down. Put the lighter down. Take a deep breath. You don’t want to hurt anyone, right?"
I glanced at Damien and Peter and then scoffed. ’Wrong answer. The one I want to hurt isn’t just anyone."
The fla of the lighter ignited the alcohol on Juliet’s hair instantly.
Juliet scread in terror while trying to pat out the flas on her hair. She fell to the ground, crying and screaming for help.
I stood there coldly watching Juliet crying and begging for help.
Then I watched as Damien rushed up, wrapped Juliet in a wet cloth, and she cried in his arms.
Peter frowned deeply as he looked at for a long ti.
"Damien, she’s going to kill ! She’s going to kill ! Damien, save ! Save !"
Juliet was still crying. Her hair was burned and ssy, and her face was reddened by the flas. Too bad her face wasn’t scarred.
"you’re crazy! You’re all crazy!" Juliet yelled at furiously.
I shook the lighter in my hand and wanted to light it up again, but Peter rushed up and snatched it away.
Peter seed angry. He seed to be hypnotizing . "Sophia! Is this how you repay your parents?How heartbroken would they be if they saw you acting this way?"
Suddenly, a ringing filled my ears. When Peter touched , I felt as if I were being pricked with needles. My vision darkened and my consciousness began to blur.
"Sophia? Sophia!"
Before I lost consciousness , I saw Damien, who was holding Juliet, rush over to try to hold .
What a joke.
Violette was right. He really wanted both of us.
He had Juliet in his arms, but he was still trying to co to . It was disgusting.
"Damien, it hurts! My face hurts so much!" Juliet cried and clung to Damien. She didn’t want to give him a chance to co near .
She looked at defiantly, as if she wanted to devour .
My consciousness finally slipped away completely.
Darkness enveloped .
"Sophia..."
"Sophia..."
In my mories, after the car accident and after I’d lost my parents, I beca silent and withdrawn.
I moved from my ho to the Coleman family’s residence.
"Damien, from now on Sophia will live with us. She’s preparing for college entrance exams this year so do help her out."
The way Damien looked at held confusion. I couldn’t understand his face.
"Do you really not rember anyone from the orphanage ?" I still rember the first question Damien asked was full of doubt.
"What orphanage?" I looked at him blankly.
He didn’t speak but rely turned around and left with a dark expression.
"Damien, do you still an it when you said you liked before?"
From that day on, I began to pay close attention to Damien. My eyes were full of him.
I didn’t understand why I felt that Damien had said he liked before.
He frowned at . "What do you an?"
"You said it when you were a teenager. You said you liked . You said you would marry when I grew up," I said with disappointnt.
Back then, I thought I was upset because Damien had forgotten his childhood promise.
But that wasn’t it.
Because the person who had made the promise was never Damien.
"Are you sick? We were children then, and how could such words be taken seriously?" Damien cursed and then turned and walked away.
Later, I began to quietly treat him well.
I would make his favorite desserts, his preferred mango pudding.
"Damien, Imade mango pudding. Try it..."
He disgustedly brushed my hand away and looked at angrily, yet said nothing.
The nanny seed hesitant to speak.
With reddened eyes and a cautious tone, I asked, "Does he not like it anymore? Has he changed?"
Damien opened his mouth as if to say sothing, but swallowed his words instead.
"Give it to."
I happily handed over the mango pudding.
He glanced at coldly and snorted before walking away.
The nanny whispered, "Ms. Miller, Mr. Coleman is allergic to mangoes."
I was surprised. "Impossible. He loves mango pudding."
The nanny hesitated again. "Ms. Miller, Mr. Coleman said you should go to school alone and claim you’re not from the Coleman family, to avoid special treatnt. Also, the driver has been sent to pick up Ms. Turner."
Stunned, I stood there and tears welled up in my eyes.
He clearly said he loved once. Why did his feelings change after eting his so- called true love?
I left the house with my backpack.
"Did you tell her?" I didn’t get far before overhearing Damien talking to the nanny.
"Mr. Coleman, you’re really hurting Ms. Sophia’s feelings." The nanny sighed.
Damien sounded eager as he asked, "Did she get upset when you ntioned that I sent the driver for Juliet?"
"Ms. Sophia seed very sad."
Damien snorted. "She’s pretending. I want to see how long she can keep it up.
She’s been more venomous than a snake since she was a child. What’s with this innocent act now?"
I walked the forty minutes from Coleman’s villa to my high school.
"Hey, pretty girl. Are you alone today? Do you have any pocket money? We need money for the cybercafe."
There were often delinquents harassing students near the school.
I trembled and backed away from them.
Back then, I thought I was trembling because I was frightened.
But now, I realize it was excitent I was suppressing.
I was suppressing the urge to fight back.
"I don’t have money..."
Tears welled up in my eyes as I turned to run, but one of the ruffians blocked my path. He even patted my backside. "You’re pretty cute."
"Haha! Do you like her? How about a girlfriend for Clyde?" The other delinquents jeered.
I retreated in fear, but they managed to snatch my backpack.
"This necklace is worth sothing, right?" They took the money from my bag and the necklace from my neck.
I cried while begging them to give it back. "That’s from my mother."
They laughed and raised the items up to tease , then sped off on their motorbikes.
Crying, I squatted and picked up my books one by one.
Just then, a boy in a baggy hoodie and a cap ca over. He didn’t say anything and bent down to help pick up the books.
But when I saw his scarred hands, I sat paralyzed with fear.
He panicked and hid his hands behind his back. Then, he opened his mouth as if wanted to say sothing, but in the end, he said nothing and ran away.
Frightened, I watched him leave and then quickly grabbed my bag and fled.
At that ti, I didn’t rember he was Dexter.
Thad completely forgotten him.
All I rembered was that he wore gloves and waited for at the school gate that day.
He was well-covered, and his eyes shook as he looked at . It turned out he had retrieved all my stolen items and gave them back.
I was too scared to take them.
However, he didn’t say anything but stuffed the items into my hand and ran away.
I didn’t even know who he was. I thought he was just a forgettable stranger.
I even overlooked the bloodstains on his mouth.
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