Love in Twilight

Love In Twilight By Tiny Mountains Chapter 242

Chapter 242 Do You Have an Opinion About My Room?

Damien moved Clarissa’s luggage into her room before taking a seat on the sofa. “Madam, my room’s

here.” Mrs. Faber pointed at another room that wasn’t facing the sun.

“Do you have an opinion about my room?” Damien looked at her and asked.

Clarissa was tongue-tied. Though the apartment was in her name, it didn’t have anything to do with her,

and she hadn’t spent a penny on it. “No, I don’t.”

“Mrs. Faber will take care of your meals, so you should avoid going downstairs unless it’s absolutely

necessary.” Damien added, “If there’s anything that you don’t feel comfortable telling me, you can let

her know.” “The babies aren’t yours. You really don’t need to do this,” Clarissa said. She was still

standing in the foyer, and could see his side profile. At this moment, she saw the vein in his temple

bulge. “Madam, you don’t need to argue with President Lawrence. You won’t be in a good mood if he’s

mad,” Mrs. Faber said.

“One more thing. We’re already divorced, so you don’t need to address me as’ Madam’ anymore,”

Clarissa told Mrs. Faber.

“This…” Mrs. Faber looked conflicted.

“Call her by name!” Damien spat this out coldly, then went to his room to change.

Clarissa went to her room as well. After unpacking her things, she pulled her journal out

Now that she no longer had to hand in her journal every day, she could write whatever she wanted to.

The events of the past few months made her feel like life was a roller coaster. She had recorded every

single detail.

She could lie to Damien, but there was no way she could lie to herself. Everything she had written in

her journal was true.

There was a lock on the desk drawer. Once she was done writing, she locked her journal inside the

drawer.

Next door, in Damien’s room.

He was flipping through a stack of photocopied papers.

They were from Clarissa’s old journal entries. At that time, Damien felt that if Clarissa knew he was

reading her journal, she wouldn’t write down her true thoughts. Thus, he told his assistant to make a

copy of her daily entries, and even told his assistant to watch out for the little tricks that Clarissa had

pulled. For instance, to make sure he left the strand of hair she’d slipped in between the pages in its

original spot. In her journal, she hadn’t had much praise for him and had described him as a bastard, a

jerk…

It was unfortunate he wouldn’t be able to read it anymore.

Clarissa couldn’t sleep well at night. She would constantly awaken after dozing off for a short while,

and she was always sleepy during the day. Her biological clock was all over the place. After journaling,

she got into bed and turned off the lights.

When she was half asleep, she seemed to hear Damien talking in the living room.

She couldn’t hear him very clearly.

“Weren’t you the one who got rid of her baby?”

“She didn’t resent you when you did it, did she? If so, what do you have to fear?” Clarissa’s heart leapt

to her throat when she heard this. She felt that there was a possibility Damien wanted to get rid of her

babies. As the thought crossed her mind, she broke out into a cold sweat. He had a clear motive to do

so because he knew that the babies weren’t his. How could Damien Lawrence, renowned in Genovia,

raise another man’s children? It was impossible.

So this was why he’d brought her here!

‘Should I tell him the truth?’

Just as Clarissa was feeling helpless, her phone chimed a few times. It was Joseph Joseph: (Clarissa,

where are you? Tell me.) She quickly sent him her location. Clarissa: (Are you coming?)

Joseph: (Yeah, I’m worried about you. I’m just going to take a look.]

Clarissa: (Okay.)

She knew that if she was alone here, Damien could do anything he wanted to her. But if there was

someone else around, things would be different. Clarissa prayed Joseph would arrive soon.

When she opened her room door, Damien just happened to hang up. She wanted to wait outside so Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

she could open the door for Joseph. If not, it was very likely that Damien wouldn’t let him in.

“You’re awake?” Damien asked. “Yeah, I haven’t been able to sleep well lately.” As she stepped out of

the room, she felt a chill from the wind drying her sweat. Even her hair felt a little damp.

She sat down on the sofa next to Damien.

When he saw that her hair was damp, he asked, “Why’d you sweat so much?” “Oh, it’s nothing. Maybe

it’s because I had a nightmare.” Clarissa estimated that it would take Joseph around half an hour to get

here from his house.

This half an hour was torture to her. She was terrified that something would happen during this time. No

one could escape Damien’s cruelty and ruthlessness.