Chapter 283 A Mother\u2019s Cooking\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett pushed the confusing thoughts aside and replied offhandedly, \u201cYeah, I\u2019m fine.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
But as soon as the words left her mouth, Damian scooped her\u00a0<\/p>\n
up again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Once he had settled her back in bed and pulled the blanket over her, Scarlett\u2013now free of fever and thinking more clearly\u2013stared up at the ceiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She could feel Damian\u2019s eyes on her. Turning her head, she asked quietly, \u201cDo I smell bad?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
The question caught Damian off guard. After a brief pause, he answered, \u201cNo, not at all.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying,\u201d Scarlett insisted.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m really not,\u201d he said, a hint of urgency in his voice. \u201cHonestly, there\u2019s no smell.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Seeing him so earnest, Scarlett studied his face, a probing look in her eyes.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she couldn\u2019t read him, couldn\u2019t quite figure him out.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finally, she turned away and went back to staring at the ceiling.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Just then, Damian\u2019s phone buzzed.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The room was quiet enough that Scarlett could hear a male voice on the other end. \u201cMr. Langley, I\u2019ve got the delivery. Should I bring it up?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah,\u201d Damian replied.\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich room are you in?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
\u201cCall when you\u2019re on the floor. I\u2019ll come out and\u00a0<\/p>\n
get it.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After hanging up, it wasn\u2019t long before the phone rang again.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian got up and left the room, returning in under two minutes with a takeout bag in hand. Inside were several stacked containers.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett realized he\u2019d arranged for a meal to be delivered.\u00a0<\/p>\n
One by one, he unpacked the containers\u2013chicken noodle soup, a fresh garden salad, soft rolls, mini sandwiches, and a few grilled shrimp.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Propping a pillow against the bed rail, Damian helped Scarlett sit up, then picked up a bowl and began feeding her slowly.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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Aa666\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett was truly hungry. She didn\u2019t resist, letting him spoon small bites for her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
The food was comforting and well\u2013seasoned. She ate willingly, visibly soothed by the warmth and flavor.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Halfway through, Damian asked, \u201cIs it good?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett nodded honestly. \u201cYes, it is.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Hearing that, Damian picked up a shrimp and began peeling it. Casually, he added, \u201cIf you like it so much, you should come over for dinner sometime. I\u2019ll have my mom make you more of her specialties.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett, who still had a bit of food in her mouth, nearly choked. She coughed, her face flushing, tears springing to her eyes from the sudden fit.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian quickly set the shrimp aside, reached for the water cup, and held it to her lips. \u201cEasy now,\u201d he said softly. \u201cMy mom prepared all this for you tonight, you know.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a few sips, Scarlett caught her breath. She looked at him, unsure how to respond.\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she stayed silent, Damian smiled gently. \u201cNothing to say?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett swallowed. \u201cYou know very well I\u2019m still married to Vincent. I\u2019m a mother, Damian. Why are you putting me in this position?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s expression turned serious. \u201cI\u2019ve already explained everything to my family. No one gets to decide who I marry\u2013they can either support me or stay out of my life. And my mom isn\u2019t like Amanda. I\u2019m not like Vincent either.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
His words\u00a0<\/p>\n
gave Scarlett\u00a0<\/p>\n
pause.\u00a0<\/p>\n
There was a time she\u2019d wished Vincent would say something like that.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she wasn\u2019t the same Scarlett anymore.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian\u2019s smooth words didn\u2019t sway her as they might have once.\u00a0<\/p>\n
She met his gaze steadily. \u201cWhat is it you really want from me? Just tell me directly. If it\u2019s something I can give, I will. But if it\u2019s beyond me, you\u2019re wasting your time.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian held her look. Her face was guarded, revealing nothing.\u00a0<\/p>\n
After a moment of silence, he asked quietly, \u201cWould you really give me what I want?\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett understood the implication behind his question. She didn\u2019t answer, letting the silence\u00a0<\/p>\n
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stretch.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Z\u0f62\u0f7166 \u300d.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Finished\u00a0<\/p>\n
When she didn\u2019t reply, Damian offered her the peeled shrimp. \u201cMy mom went to a lot of trouble for you. I\u2019d like to take you to meet her when you\u2019re feeling better. Please believe me- she\u2019s a kind person. And so am I.\u201d\u00a0<\/p>\n
He stressed the last four words deliberately.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Scarlett could tell he genuinely wanted to prove he was a good man.\u00a0<\/p>\n
But she didn\u2019t know how to respond, so she remained quiet.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Damian didn\u2019t push. He understood she still struggled to trust, and she was still recovering. Now wasn\u2019t the time to pressure her.\u00a0<\/p>\n
So he let the subject drop and simply continued making sure she ate.\u00a0<\/p>\n
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