Just as I nodded in agreent, my phone rang. The sudden noise in the quiet living room sent my heartbeat racing. Seeing the caller ID, I felt a headache coming on.
Sure enough, it was my mom.
I didn’t want to answer it, but I was worried that ignoring it would make her suspicious. So I gave Damon a look and picked up the call,
"Eliana, where are you? Why haven’t you co ho yet?" My mom’s stern voice put under a lot of pressure.
"I’m on my way ho. I was out shopping with Clara." I quickly made up an excuse, my insides churning with anxiety.
"You’re with Clara? Really?" My mom asked doubtfully, "Then where is she? Let her talk to ."
Well, that was a pickle. I glanced nervously at Damon, who was quietly watching with a serious expression.
"She just left. I’ll have her call you later, okay? I’m about to head ho too." I had no choice but to keep up the lie.
My mom wasn’t easily fooled. "No need. I’ll call Clara directly. I have her number!"
She hung up before I could coordinate with Clara. Cold sweat trickled down my back, and I felt extrely uneasy.
Damon’s gaze was piercing, as if seeing right through . He suddenly said, "I’ve already texted Clara. It should be fine."
I was taken aback, "Really?"
"Yeah." Damon raised an eyebrow and said, "Feels like we’re having an affair with our current situation."
That description made cringe.
I didn’t respond to Damon. I just waited in silence. A couple of minutes later, my phone rang again. It was my mom.
Thanks to Damon’s quick thinking and Clara seeing his ssage in ti, my lie was salvaged. My mom only told to get ho soon. I thought that was it, but then she suddenly brought up Jones Dawson, "Eliana, did Jones say anything to you? After he brought you food, did he say anything?"
Her voice, previously calm, suddenly spiked. I quickly looked at Damon, worried he had heard.
Unfortunately, his expression had already changed. There was a clear flash of anger in his eyes.
I had a feeling my mom did that intentionally. Even though Clara vouched for , she was still suspicious.
If Damon wasn’t by my side, or if I didn’t care about him anymore, what she said wouldn’t be a problem. But if Damon heard, it would definitely cause trouble between us, which was exactly what she wanted.
"Mom, there’s nothing between Jones and . Stop doing this." I was speechless at my mom’s behavior; her illness had changed her.
After hanging up, I fell into an awkward silence, not knowing how to face Damon.
His eyes darkened, like gathering storm clouds that he couldn’t sweep away. He just looked at , with no trace of a smile on his face. After a while, he asked, "Why was Jones in your room?"
I frowned as I explained about Jones coming over for dinner.
I thought my explanation would make him understand. But surprisingly, he got even angrier, "You knew he was at your house. Why didn’t you lock your door? Did you do it on purpose to give him a chance?"
His question confused . I never had such intentions. And Jones had never entered my room without my permission before. I thought he wouldn’t do such a thing.
"Have you started seeing him again while I was away?" Damon accused . His voice was filled with jealousy. "Why can’t you cut him off completely?"
"Damon, I didn’t approach him. My mom invited him. After waking up, her personality seems to have changed. She doesn’t approve of us being together. In her mind, she wants to be with Jones, so she deliberately arranged for us to be together. You get it?" I was getting angry then. Jones’s actions made uncomfortable, and then Damon was blaming for it.
Did I give Jones any hints? I’m pretty sure I didn’t. I made my point.
Damon’s possessiveness was on full display as he scoffed, "Is that so? Then why didn’t you handle things more decisively? When he showed up at your house, you should’ve told him to leave. Or you could’ve told your mom that we’re not just seeing each other but planning to remarry, have children, and spend our lives together. How about that?"
"My mom can’t deal with the shock right now. I can’t do that." I replied.
"So I’m supposed to deal with these shocks instead?" Damon’s voice turned icy, "This is sothing your mom will have to accept sooner or later. The sooner she knows, the sooner she can prepare herself, Isn’t that better?"
I didn’t dare tell Damon that I couldn’t say those things, and I had even promise
cut all ties with him, and we would leave Rosemont.
my mom that after my dad’s issues were resolved, I would
I was never one to have big ambitions in my career. The only reason I was sticking around was because I thought the company was the result of my mom’s hard work, and I didn’t want it to go to waste.
But since my mom had said she no longer cared about her career and just wanted a simple life with her family, I wouldn’t refuse.
Being with Damon would have ant my future would have been filled with difficulties. Even if we made up, there would be scars. But if I listened to my mom, I could have had a calm and stable life.
"Let’s talk about this later. I should get going." I didn’t want to continue that topic since I was afraid I might let sothing slip.
Damon didn’t stop that ti. He just sat there, watching leave with a blank expression.
Another conflict was over, and my mood plumted from its calm state. I was caught between Damon and my mom. I was constantly walking on eggshells.
With my mind in a ss, I drove back to my parents house . My mom was still awake, waiting for in the living room. It was clear she had so questions.
I felt incredibly tired. Up till now, my mom had never put that much pressure on . But then, it all ca at once, leaving feeling suffocated.
"Where have you and Clara been, and how co you guys didn’t buy anything?" My mom questioned right off the bat.
"Mom, you weren’t like this before; can’t you cut so slack? I’m not a three-year-old kid anymore." I sighed, answering with exhaustion.
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