Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101 Tell Me When Someone’s Done You Wrong “D-Damien, you…” Madelynn was greatly confounded.

The fact she had been staying in Damien’s liouse gave their relationship an ambiguous vibc, as il she was his.

Now, however, if she were to stay in a house that belonged to both him and Clarissa, what did that make hier? A guest, or a person living under someone’s roof?

She, a celebrity, couldn’t afford to buy a house of her own?

Damien didn’t say anything. He simply waited for the liousing bureau employee to handle the procedures.

Once the deed was ready, he passed it to Madelynn. “Here, you can hold on to it. You’ll probably need it for a lot of other things.”

“W-Wait, Damien…” She was about to say something, but he had already turned to Clarissa, saying seriously, “Next time, just tell me when someone’s done you wrong. Don’t just come home and cry about it! Let’s go!” He grabbed Clarissa’s hand and dragged her out.

Monica nudged Madelynn, anxious, “What’s going on?”

“How should I know?” Madelynn bit back in frustration.

Her eyes were filled with hatred as she watched Damien and Clarissa leave.

Damien had mentioned that someone had done her wrong” Clarissa had probably spun a tale about her!

Clarissa! This isn’t the end!

Back in the car, Clarissa was still dazed. She didn’t know what Damien meant by this.

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She felt that he was probably putting on a show for Madelynn. Aller all, he was the president of a public listed company, and the paparazzi would have a field day if they were to find out that a female celebrity was staying in a louse belonging to him. Adding Clarissa’s name to the deed would be a good way to avoid a scandal, which would allect his company’s share price.

Whatever it was, their contract had clearly stated that Damien’s assets had nothing to do with her. Since her name could be added to a property deed, it could also be easily removed. He wouldn’t even have to explain a word.

He was pleasantly surprised by the way she was dressed. To tell the truth. Clarissa had always been a pretty girl she was tall, fair, and had legs that went on for days. Even dressed normally, one would still be able to pick her out among the crowd. Now that she was dressed up, she stood out even more than usual. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she was the prettiest girl in the city. As his gaze trailed toward the direction that she had come from, he saw Damien sitting in the car. Damien lit a cigarette, and stared quietly in Luke’s direction.

‘Did Damien find her too shabby when she came home to collect her clothes? Did he buy her new clothes so she wouldn’t disgrace him?’ Clarissa headed to the administrative office. There weren’t many students who had passed, and they all came at different times to collect their transcripts. Thus, she was the only student present, and the only teacher around was Joseph.

When he saw her, his thoughts echoed Luke’s.

“Mr. Moore.” Clarissa felt a little awkward. After all, Joseph had gone to the villa and got into an argument with Damien not too long ago. “Hi, Clarissa. You scored eighty-four, which is considered really high. Even I didn’t score that high when I sat for this exam,” Joseph said gently. Clarissa smiled. ‘Mr. Moore knows his stuff. He knows that this is a high score, unlike a certain someone!

She said, “It’s mainly thanks to you being a good teacher.”

“No matter how good of a teacher I am, I still have students who failed the exam. It still comes down to you being a good student. Are you going to attend classes for financial cost

management?” She paused. So much happened when I was studying economic law. The sky’s probably going to come crashing down on me if I continue to study financial cost management here.’ “Oh, I don’t think so. I’ve had a lot of time to study for this paper, and I don’t think I have the time to attend classes,” she said.

Joseph nodded and took in the way she was dressed again. “You look great in that outfit.” His appraisal made her hair stand on end. As she recalled the arguments that had started because of him, Clarissa found herself wishing she was wearing something else. “Is that so? Thank you, Mr. Moore. I should get going.” After that, she turned to leave the administrative office. On the way, she almost ran into someone.