“In the hospital, he quickly called for an emergency after only seeing that you weren’t in your ward.”
“He was the one who called?”
“Yes, Miss Clara. He had just finished a business deal when you called to say you were in danger…”
“But he didn’t care! He called me a useless mistress,” I interrupted.
“That’s the only way he could assure your safety from Lord Franklin. He’s dangerous and has been looking for a tool to use against Damon.”
“Ohhh, is that why he always has bruises, is he always attacked?”
“As for that, Miss Clara, you would have to ask him yourself.”
It's been another three months since I last saw Damon. After that incident, it was like he had disappeared from New York.
A part of me began to miss him, even his cold and indifferent personality.
Waves of memories flooded back: the first time I met Damon, his soft lips against mine, his firm chest over my body, his dangerous looks when he was beating up criminals, his warm embrace at the conference meeting, and his warm palm on my head when I almost bumped into a car.