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Scarlett was about to answer her phone when Damian swiftly took it from her hand and slipped it into his own pocket.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He gripped her right wrist firmly, his expression stern. \u201cStop moving. Let me see,\u201d he said in a cool tone.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Leaning back against the door, Scarlett knew struggling was pointless against Damian\u2019s strength, so she simply relented.\u00a0<\/p>\n
As he pushed up her sleeve, Damian\u2019s gaze fell on the gauze wrapped around her forearm, already stained with patches of dried blood.\u00a0<\/p>\n
His expression instantly darkened, his voice turning icy. \u201cWhat happened?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett pulled her hand back, avoiding his gaze. \u201cI just bumped into something.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
For some reason, Damian was certain she wasn\u2019t telling him the whole truth. His cold eyes fixed on her as he probed, \u201cDid Vincent do this to you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing that, Scarlett quickly defended him, \u201cNo, it wasn\u2019t him.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
That only seemed to anger Damian further. His voice dropped lower. \u201cStill protecting him, are you?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not,\u201d Scarlett insisted, frowning.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing her evasive expression, Damian let out a cold laugh. \u201cScarlett, you\u2019re nothing but a liar. And me? I\u2019m the fool you\u2019ve been deceiving all these years. A complete idiot.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was furious, seething inside, yet \u201cliar\u201d was the strongest word he could bring himself to call her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
He was afraid of hurting her, afraid of doing something he would regret later.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When you truly care about someone, every word and action feels like walking on thin ice\u2014 terrified of saying the wrong thing, making a foolish move, or slipping up in the slightest way\u2026\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing how agitated he was, Scarlett furrowed her brow, confused by his words.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When had she ever lied to him?\u00a0<\/p>\n
Ignoring her questioning look, Damian asked hoarsely, \u201cWhere\u2019s the first aid kit?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cDamian, I can take care of it myself. You really don\u2019t need to worry about me,\u201d Scarlett said.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Her words felt like a sharp sting, twisting something deep inside him. After wrestling with his emotions for a moment, he finally pulled her against his chest.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cScarlett,\u201d his voice rumbled deeply, \u201csometimes I really wish I could just shrink you down and keep you in my pocket. That way, no one would ever dare try to take you away from me.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With her cheek pressed against his chest, Scarlett could feel the vibration of his voice and the frantic beating of his heart. His words were so intense, they could make even a married woman\u2019s heart flutter.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she knew better. Damian was experienced with women; he knew exactly what to say to charm them.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett struggled briefly, but when it proved useless, she finally gave in. \u201cThe first aid kit is in the drawer.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing that, Damian released her, though his anger was still palpable. \u201cScarlett, only an idiot would waste his time looking after you!\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
With that, he turned and strode toward the window. A rope still hung there, coiled on the floor. All he had to do was grab it, and he could be gone in an instant.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But Damian stopped. He stood frozen for several long seconds.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett watched his reflection in the window. He closed his eyes, as if fighting an inner battle.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just a few moments later, he spun around angrily and marched over to the table. He quickly located the first aid kit, then shot a look at Scarlett, who was still standing near the door.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCome here,\u201d he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a brief hesitation, Scarlett walked over and sat on the sofa, offering her arm to him. \u201cThank you.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t respond. As he carefully rolled up her sleeve, he muttered under his breath, almost inaudibly, \u201cWhat an idiot.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett froze for a second, then glanced down at him. He was kneeling in front of her, his movements slightly clumsy but incredibly gentle, as though he was afraid of causing her any more pain.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian was handsome and tall, but his kindness made Scarlett uneasy. She knew his attentions weren\u2019t entirely innocent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She understood this perfectly well, yet she didn\u2019t call him out on it. Some things were better left unspoken.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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After he finished tending to her wound, Damian remained silent. He placed her phone back on the table, grabbed the rope, and climbed out the window. Within moments, he had vanished from sight.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as Scarlett was putting the first aid kit away, her phone rang again. She glanced at the screen-it was Vincent.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Thinking it might be about the divorce papers finally being ready, she answered without hesitation.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to ask,\u201d Vincent\u2019s voice came through, \u201chow do you usually rub Vanessa\u2019s stomach when it hurts?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Vanessa\u2019s stomach was acting up again, and none of their attempts to soothe her had worked. Left with no other choice, Vincent had called Scarlett.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing his question, Scarlett felt that familiar pang of disappointment, though it passed quickly. After taking a moment to collect herself, she patiently explained, \u201cFirst, rub your palms together to warm them up. Then, use your palm to gently press and massage the area that hurts. Be very light with your touch.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay, I see,\u201d Vincent replied flatly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just as he was about to hang up, Scarlett stopped him. \u201cVincent.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
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