Love in Twilight

Chapter 290

Chapter 290 He Had Her in the Palm of His Hand

It was raining heavily. Thunder clapped loudly outside, but because the soundproofing in the club was

done well, the people inside didn‘t notice it at all.

Damien soon reached the entrance.

“President Lawrence, it‘s raining. Here‘s an umbrella.” The server held an umbrella and wanted to hand

it to Damien.

“There‘s no need.” After that, he got into his car.

He checked the time. It was already 11:30 p.m.

She was probably asleep.

Ever since she had gotten pregnant, she always slept early and woke up late.

However, he hoped that she was awake.

He hoped she would always stay up and wait for him.

Damien drove towards Atherton Garden.

The thunder and pouring rain made Clarissa restless. The babies kept moving in her belly, and she was

worried about Damien.

She knew he hadn‘t brought an umbrella with him, and she wondered whether he would get wet.

Though she felt anxious, she didn‘t want him to know about it, so she didn‘t call him.

Moreover, he‘d gone to a club. She refused to care about him.

Clarissa paced around her room and accidentally knocked her hand against the corner of the desk,

bruising almost immediately.

She couldn‘t help fretting, so she decided to journal. She wrote about how Damien hadn‘t brought an

umbrella with him, and how she was worried about him. Most importantly, she wrote about how

conflicted she felt, wanting to care but not wanting to show she cared,

By the time she was done, he had yet to return.

It was only when she heard the sound of someone opening the door that she quickly got into bed.

Clarissa didn‘t want Damien to know she cared about him.

She lay down on her side and closed her eyes, still listening to what was going on outside

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He opened the door, took off his shoes in the foyer, then entered the room. He didn‘t turn on the lights.

She was already asleep. She hadn‘t stayed up to wait for him as he had wished.

Damien went to wash up in the other bathroom.

Half an hour later, he got into bed and fell asleep with Clarissa in his arms.

Clarissa was aware of all this.

She didn‘t sleep well that night.

She even knew when he got up the next day and got dressed.

Damien flicked Clarissa‘s face before going to the dining room for breakfast.

“Sir, when did you get home last night?” Mrs. Faber asked. “Almost twelve. What time did Clarissa go

to sleep?”

“It was pouring last night, and she went back to her room quite early. Even so, I don‘t think she

managed to sleep well and was probably tormenting herself. She was worried about you, but she didn‘t

want to say so,” Mrs. Faber said.

“Is that so?” Damien said.

He didn‘t believe Mrs. Faber.

“Yeah. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the washroom and heard her pacing around in her

room. Who else could she be worried about aside from you?” Mrs. Faber was doing her best to pair the

two of them.

In fact, she hadn‘t gotten up in the middle of the night. Mrs. Faber was only saying so to make Damien

happy. “Right, what did you go to the club for?” she asked. “Are you the one asking?”

“Of course, not. Clarissa’s the one who wanted to know,” Mrs. Faber insisted.

“If that‘s the case, I‘ll wait for her to get up before answering that.”

Mrs. Faber fell silent.

Damien continued eating.

When he was about to leave for the office, Clarissa came out of the bedroom.

She hadn‘t slept well and looked tired.

“You‘re leaving already?” she asked.

“Yes.” Damien seemed to still have something to say. He was waiting for Clarissa to ask him. Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

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“Clarissa, didn‘t you want to know what Mr. Lawrence was up to last night? You can ask him now that

he‘s here,” Mrs. Faber piped up, strongly persistent. “I...” Clarissa frowned slightly, feeling a little

embarrassed.

She didn‘t want Damien to know she cared about him so much. “Dennis was the one who asked me

out. There was something that had to be attended to.” Damien asked, “Anything else you want to

know?” “I...” Clarissa was even more lost for words. “If you don‘t, I‘m leaving.” After that, he grabbed his

car keys and got ready to leave. “What happened to your hand?” He caught sight of the bruise on her

hand.

“It‘s nothing. I accidentally knocked it against something last night,” Clarissa said.

“Did you feel restless last night?” Damien asked.

“Yeah.”

“Because of me?” he asked.

“I....”

It was so early in the morning, and she had already been rendered speechless three times. Clarissa

hadn‘t said a thing, but Damien already knew what she was thinking. She knew she shouldn‘t have

moved in here. He had her in the palm of his hand the moment she got here.

Damien smiled and rubbed Clarissa on the head a few times before leaving.