"Hmph, seems like you’re getting a kick out of threatening lately" Damon suddenly sat up, turned towards , and I held my breath.
He was the one who started threatening , and I was just fighting back. Nothing wrong with that.
After a minute or two of standoff, Damon picked up my phone. The screen lit up, and there it was the screensaver I had never bothered to change
It was from the winter before our divorce, the night | threatened Damon into building a snowman with , captured by the surveillance caras in our yard,
I hadn’t changed the screensaver, not because I couldn’t let go of our relationship, but simply because I liked the scene in the picture. It was a rare mont of intimacy between Damon and .
"So, you still can’t bring yourself to change huh?" Damon asked
"It’s just a screensaver," responded calmly, "not changing it only proves that I’ve moved on from you. I don’t need to deliberately avoid my mories."
My reasoning seed to upset Damon He tossed my phone aside and said, "I don’t agree with that"
Whether he agreed or not was his problem, not mine.
Just as I was deep in thought. Damon suddenly kissed . He bit my lip intentionally hard enough to make tear up.
I wanted to fight back, but Damon had pinned my hands, and my injured legs were immobile. I had no choice but to surrender.
Damon’s kiss was fierce and tough, devoid of any tenderness. It was filled with a sense of revenge and punishnt. I felt like he was sucking the life out of . I was sure I would pass out if he didn’t let go.
Finally, he let go of my lips, but his warm breath was still lingering on my neck and chest. I couldn’t help but curte, "You’re such a beast!"
"Really?" Damon paused and had the audacity to reply nearly choking with his response
"You’re not comfortable at night now, but if you continue to upset . I won’t mind returning the favor" Damon said shalessly.
if during my past life, Ariel hadn’t intentionally gotten close to Damon but was forced to, I could now sowhat understand how helpless she must have felt back then
Facing this rich and influential beast, even I was powerless, let alone an ordinary college girl?
I was seething with anger, but I couldn’t risk provoking Damon into doing sothing outrageous. So, I swallowed my pride
"Would you like to see your father?" Damon released my hands, laid back down, and his voice returned to its normal calm
I was taken aback and remained silent.
Damon raised an eyebrow, "Don’t look at like that. If you want to see him, just let know. I can arrange it"
"You tried to speak", but words escaped .
I really wanted to see my father, but all my attempts had been fruitless. Even Luna and her team had tried to investigate the matter, but as Harry said, soone was purposely suppressing the information, making it difficult to uncover the truth.
I couldn’t figure out who Ariel and Nancy were connected to, but their companies were thriving.
"I have a condition" Damon’s gaze was deep.
"I want you to stay here with for a month. I guarantee I won’t do anything inappropriate"
My hopes were instantly shattered.
Seeing my disappointnt. Damon tried to tempt , "What about twenty days? Don’t you want to ask your father what happened? Don’t you want to see how he’s doing in prison?"
"Stop!" I interrupted Damon, not wanting to be swayed again. "My father wouldn’t want to have anything to do with you. My mother is in the hospital because asked for your help."
Damon fell silent, his eyes cold. The atmosphere beca tense
Neither of us fell back asleep. As the first light peeked through the thick curtains, Damon got up to freshen up and change.
I called Jas, can you pick up at Starlight Estates?"
"Ms Brooks, where did you stay?" Jas sounded puzzled.
"Starlight Estates, where I used to live. Get a wheelchair before you co," I replied
Jas wasn’t the talkative type. He hung up and went to do as asked
By the ti I hung up. Damon had already co out of the walk-in closet. He was wearing a black coat with a matching sweater vest over a shirt. He looked elegant and dignified, a stark contrast to his actual character.
"Where are the clothes I wore yesterday?" I asked.
"They’ve been sent for laundry. You’re not planning to go to the office in your condition, are you?" Damon glanced at as he tied his te
I frowned and said, "Then what am I supposed to wear to the office?"
Damon didn’t seem to agree with going to the office, but he still fetched a set of clothes in the style I used to wear often.
He placed the clothes next to . "Need help getting dressed?"
Iresponded coldly. "I can dress myself"
Damon looked at my feet, said nothing, and walked out
It was a struggle to get dressed. Every ti I accidentally touched my ankle, the pain made grit my teeth. If things were as they used to be and my parents were okay, I wouldn’t have to go to work in this state.
As soon as I finished changing. Damon walked in, "Are you ready?"
"You don’t have to wait for . Jas is coming to take to the office," I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"So, you want him to carry you downstairs and outside?" Damon’s expression soured at the thought.
"He can handle it," I nodded
Damon’s face darkened, and he responded angrily. "Just because he can doesn’t an he should!"
We were still talking when a servant ca up to tell Damon that Jas was waiting outside the gates of Starlight Estates but couldn’t get in
Damon snapped and said, "Let him wait outside!"
The servant left cautiously. I confronted Damon, "Why won’t you let him in? Are you expecting to get downstairs and into the car by myself?"
Damon ca over, picked up, and started walking out of the bedroom, "Do you think I don’t exist?"
I didn’t say anything because that was exactly what I was thinking.
The staff downstairs were hustling and bustling. They glanced at Damon and , then quickly looked away, pretending to be oblivious and carrying on with their work
I didn’t have the guts to look at them. I was the one who asked for a divorce, and now here I was, being carried in and out by Damon.
Damon took to the dining room, "Let’s have breakfast first."
"Jas is waiting for , I’m not eating". I refused
"You’re his boss. Waiting on you is his job, so eat first" Damon always looked at things through a capitalist lens, and arguing with him was pointless. I kept my mouth shut and just shot Jas a text asking him to wait a little longer.
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