Chapter 150 The Emerald Bracelet\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
After being slapped, Damian\u2019s head snapped sharply to the side from the force of the impact. He showed no visible anger, merely pressing his tongue against the stinging spot inside his cheek where her palm had connected with his face.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He turned back slowly to face Scarlett, his expression unreadable. \u201cYou know, Ms. Theron, I\u2019ve never encountered a woman as utterly oblivious to her own worth as you appear to be.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett let out a bitter, humorless laugh that held years of accumulated pain. \u201cSo what? Are you disappointed that I don\u2019t fit whatever fantasy you\u2019ve constructed in your mind?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears brought on by frustration and humiliation, but when she looked directly at Damian, she stubbornly refused to let them fall, determined not to give him that satisfaction.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian plucked a tissue from the car\u2019s console, pinched it elegantly between his fingers, and gently dabbed at the moisture gathering at the corners of Scarlett\u2019s eyes. \u201cI\u2019m disappointed for you, Ms. Theron, not in you. There\u2019s a significant difference.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett turned her face away from his touch, finding his sudden tenderness more unsettling than his usual arrogance. \u201cDamian, I appreciate you helping me on two separate occasions, but let\u2019s be clear-you owe me nothing, and I owe you nothing in return. We\u2019re even.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian suddenly pulled Scarlett firmly into his arms, ignoring her resistance, and rested his chin atop her head. He held her so tightly against his chest that she couldn\u2019t possibly break free, his arms like steel bands around her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His voice softened considerably, almost whispering into her hair as if sharing a secret. \u201cNo, you\u2019re mistaken. You do owe me, whether you\u2019re willing to acknowledge it or not.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett had no idea what he meant by this cryptic statement, and truthfully, she didn\u2019t want to speculate about his intentions. She pushed against his solid, unyielding chest. \u201cDamian, I\u2019ve told you repeatedly-I\u2019m a married woman. Whatever game you\u2019re playing, I\u2019m not interested.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Even if divorce was imminent, hanging over her head like a storm cloud, the legal fact remained that she and Vincent were still bound together in the eyes of the law and society.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian still refused to release her from his embrace. He murmured against her hair, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone, \u201cWith Vincent\u2019s infamous three-minute performances in the bedroom, do you genuinely believe he can satisfy a woman of your passion and intelligence?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett froze completely, flustered and mortified by his bluntness. \u201cYou-how dare you!\u201d she sputtered, unable to form a coherent response.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian grinned wolfishly, radiating pure arrogance and confidence. \u201cWhat? Did I strike a nerve\u00a0<\/p>\n
1\/4\u00a0<\/p>\n
14:43 Sat, Jan 10\u00a0<\/p>\n
Chapter 150 The Emerald Bracelet\u00a0<\/p>\n
with that observation?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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6\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
He had merely been fishing for information, testing the waters with his provocative comment, but Scarlett\u2019s flustered reaction had confirmed his suspicion about the state of her marital intimacy.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett refused to discuss the intimate matter further, maintaining a stubborn silence and staring fixedly ahead.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But her silence and the blush creeping up her neck spoke volumes more than any words could have.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian lowered his head, hooked a finger under Scarlett\u2019s chin, and forced her to lock eyes with him, a teasing, knowing smile playing on his lips. \u201cIf he\u2019s that incompetent in bed, why not give me a chance to show you what real pleasure feels like?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett didn\u2019t want to answer his provocative question. She broke free from his grasp sudden jerk and reached for the car door handle, desperate for escape.\u00a0<\/p>\n
with a\u00a0<\/p>\n
The moment she opened it, a man with a professional camera stood directly outside.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian reacted instantly with reflexes born of dealing with paparazzi, yanking Scarlett back into the car and pulling her tightly against his chest once more.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The center console was the only barrier separating them from the front seats, creating an awkward divide.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett ended up sprawled awkwardly across the hard console, pinned firmly against Damian\u2019s torso with no room to maneuver.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Worried the paparazzo might capture her face clearly, Damian enveloped her completely with his trench coat.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett\u2019s face was buried in Damian\u2019s chest, her nose pressed against the fine fabric of his shirt. She could distinctly smell the faint, intriguing blend of tobacco and mint on his clothes, a scent that was uniquely his.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The combination was surprisingly not unpleasant, much to her annoyance.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s hand pressed firmly against Scarlett\u2019s lower back beneath the covering coat. She knew he was doing it intentionally, taking advantage of the situation, but she didn\u2019t dare protest or even move in her current vulnerable position.\u00a0<\/p>\n
If the camera outside captured her identity clearly, the consequences would be catastrophic for her already precarious situation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She knew all too well how merciless online <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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