"What else?
Whatever he dishes out, I’ll return twofold. Otherwise, I won’t sleep at night."
"You’re a businessman, Damon, you should be thinking about what’s good for business. What you’re doing is nothing but folly. You’ll regret it," I tried to appeal to Damon’s pragmatic side. Damon just gave a cold, indifferent chuckle, as if I’d just told the funniest joke in the world.
And maybe I had. I an, these words must’ve been repeated to him by Silas Coleman and Mitch so many tis that they’d lost all aning. In fact, they were practically a punchline at this point.
The task Lisa gave was looking impossible. The feud between Damon and Jones had been so fierce, it had torn their families apart. No one had been able to diate between them so far. Why did I think I could?
"What brought you here today?" I asked, eager to shift the topic.
"Have you seen Jones?" Damon’s gaze was sharp, suspicious, as if he was afraid I’d lie.
I grunted in confirmation, not keen on going into details.
Damon acted surprised. "That’s why he suddenly backed off. What did you tell him to change his mind?"
He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did you offer yourself to him?"
I instinctively backed away. Every ti Damon got too close, I felt like a sheep cornered by a wolf.
Seeing my reaction, Damon’s smirk grew wider. "Did you really?"
"You’re crazy!" I snapped back, my patience wearing thin.
Damon’s smirk faded, replaced by a relieved sigh. "If you had, I’d make sure you regretted it."
"Are you always this possessive, Damon? I’m not yours to command. I have every right to reject Jones, not because I’m afraid of your threats, but because I don’t feel any attraction towards him."
"Whatever your reasons are for rejecting Jones, I don’t care. I’m just interested in the end result," Damon said, unfazed by my outburst.
Oh, how I hated his arrogance, his self-centeredness!
"Where’s Catherine?" I suddenly changed the topic, testing Damon’s reaction. "She’s still in abroad, waiting for you with Leo. Don’t you care?"
Damon looked annoyed at the ntion of Catherine. "I’ll handle it. I won’t marry her, but I need Leo.
His words caught off guard, reminding of Serena and Brandon. Would he do the sa to if he found out about them?
"Why do you think you have the right to take Leo? Catherine raised him by herself. You weren’t there for them. If Leo had to choose, he’d choose his mother, wouldn’t he?"
Damon shot back, "I never refuse to take care of him after I knew about him."
His words left speechless. It was true that Catherine had hidden her pregnancy and birth from Damon. It wasn’t entirely his fault.
"And she must’ve been prepared for this when she decided to co looking for with Leo, right?"
Damon added, leaving even more at a loss for words.
Seeing my silence, Damon squinted at suspiciously. "Why do you care that? Are you in a similar situation?"
My heart skipped a beat. I barely managed to keep my composure.
This felt like walking on a tightrope, with the risk of falling at any mont. If Damon ever decided to get a paternity test done, everything would be over.
"And what do you think?" I countered, forcing myself to hold his gaze. "I told you before, if you’re suspicious, you can always get a DNA test done with Serena and Brandon."
The more nonchalant I acted, the more likely Damon was to avoid the issue. He didn’t want to face the possibility of a worst-case scenario.
"No need," he finally said. "If I want kids, it’s simple."
Yes, it was. He could remarry and have as many kids as he wanted. I echoed his words, "Yes, it is. So let’s not bring this up again. There’s no point."
"Sharp tongue," Damon muttered, eyeing my lips. " find it tireso to talk to you. You never say anything I want to hear."
"Then stop listening. If you and Jones would put an end to this feud, that’d be best for everyone," I retorted, not bothering to hide my frustration.
Damon shot a frosty look. "Stay out of it."
He then turned to leave. I thought that was it, but then a gift box appeared from the car window.
Judging by the packaging, it was a kid’s gift.
I hesitated before accepting it. "What’s this?"
"A gift from a business associate. They heard have a kid and thought this would be appropriate. But it’s not suitable for Leo’s age. Give it to Serena and Brandon," Damon said, his explanation sounding
forced.
Before I could reply, Damon drove off, leaving standing there with the gift, puzzled.
Back at the house, Hannah saw the gift and whispered, "Did you buy that or did he give it to you?"
"He gave it to ," I whispered back, careful not to alert Bailey.
"What’s he up to?" Hannah sighed, clearly baffled by Damon’s actions.
Truth be told, I didn’t know what to expect when I unwrapped the gift box. Inside was a beautifully crafted carousel music box. A simple flick of the switch set off a jingle as pleasing as a lullaby, accompanied by a gentle, vibrant glow. The carousel began to rotate, showing off its exquisite craftsmanship. It was so charming, I found myself quite taken with it.
The mont the music chid, Serena and Brandon’s attention was imdiately drawn. They couldn’t help but stare, fascinated. I set the music box between them, and they began to fiddle with it,
occasionally pausing to listen intently.
"He picked a nice gift," Hannah muttered under her breath.
He indeed did. The last gift he brought for Serena, a little toy, was now one of her favorites. She just hadn’t brought it with her this ti.
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