Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 111

Chapter  111

President Lawrence Was Boasting About Their Relationship Clarissa was in a good mood. She woke up early the next day to prepare breakfast for Damien. On this day, she purposely prepared a meal meant for two people. She seared a fish and split it in hall, one hall for each of them. She also stir-fried some shrimp and sautéed some vegetables. Finally, she made risotto for Damien again. He was the president of a company and was always busy, and he was a man. It was only natural for him to eat more.

When Damien came downstairs for breakfast, he saw the lunchboxes on the dining table.

“Are you going to bluff me again this time?” he asked.

“No, I’m not, We’re having the same thing.” Clarissa opened the lunchboxes and showed him.

Damien didn’t say anything. He was very satisfied. After some thought, Clarissa asked, “Where did you and Madelynn go the other day? When she ale the food I cooked, I mean,”

“It was the anniversary of her father’s death.”

“Oh.” She felt extremely disappointed.

It just so happened that the anniversary of Steven’s death was on the same day. She had never mentioned it to Damien before, so she should have expected him to accompany his true love on a trip to Florin instead of being by her side. “Why do you ask?”

“It’s nothing.” She looked up and forced out a smile

“Oh, right. I want to return the clothes you got me the other day. They’re too slamboyant for my taste, and they’re much too expensive.” She asked, “What do you think?”

“Go on.l’li get someone to pick them up.” Damien answered. His acquisition of the mall was in the works, and it wasn’t likely to have any hiccups.

However, there was one thing that neither of them mentioned. Joseph was involved in the purchase of the clothes, and they weren’t comfortable with that.

“No, it’s fine. I can return them on my own and do some shopping at the same time.” Clarissa still wasn’t used to having someone run errands for her.

“Also, you said it yourself yesterday-you brought his book and notes back. Where have you hidden them?” As Damien ate breakfast, he asked Clarissa.

Clarissa was wondering why he hadn’t been mad when she’d brought it up, and here he was, demanding an answer. He never missed a thing. She was like a wilted plant. “The notes are in my office, and the book’s in my luggage.” “Alright.” Damien nodded in acknowledgment.

He would deal with it later, depending on his mood.