Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 145

Chapter 145 Do You Even Love Your Husband

It was almost time for Theresa to get discharged from the hospital.

Over the past few days, Clarissa would clean her house after she got off work.

After Luke moved his things out of the house, the entire property looked very spacious.

Clarissa even tidied up her own room. As a result, everything looked squeaky clean. She fitted bed sheets with floral prints on the bed.

The small bedroom was illuminated by a soft light. It made Clarissa recall her past days of living here.

About twenty days later, Theresa was finally discharged from the hospital.

Clarissa hired a caretaker named Mrs. Cole for her mother.

“Mom got discharged from the hospital, so I’d like to stay with her for a couple of days. Is Grandpa doing okay?” That day, Clarissa stood in the bedroom and applied for personal leave from Damien

“How long will that be?” Damien asked while studying her.

“I don’t know. I want to make sure Mom can get used to her new life. Besides, I still need to keep an eye on the new caretaker.”

“Okay. Call me if anything happens.” Clarissa grunted in reply. She picked up her backpack and grabbed her luggage before heading out of the room.

“Clarissa,“ Damien suddenly called out from behind.

“Yeah?” She turned around to look at him.

Damien approached her before pinning her against the wall and pressing his lips on top of hers.

It was rare for them to kiss while standing. His gesture made Clarissa’s cheeks go up in flames.

“I-I’ll be leaving now,” she said bashfully.

“Okay.”

Damien didn’t even bother sending her off. He knew that they were bound to be separated one day, so they might as well say their goodbyes here.

After Clarissa said her goodbyes to Grandpa Lawrence downstairs, she left the mansion.

The mansion went awfully quiet after that.

When Clarissa returned to live at her old house, she felt as if she had traveled six years back in time.

Theresa’s legs were still weak, so she needed to use the wheelchair for a period of time. Sometimes, Clarissa would lean against her mother’s legs like a little girl, while Theresa would

stroke her hair lovingly as they chatted.

“Mom,” Clarissa said

“Yeah?”

It wasn’t as if Clarissa wanted to ask her mother anything. She just wanted to hear Theresa responding to her.

Whenever Theresa replied to her, tears would always flow down Clarissa’s cheeks.

“Now that you’re staying here, will Damien miss you?” Theresa asked.

“I don’t know.” It had been more than a week since Clarissa last saw Damien,

After all, they shared a boss-employee relationship at the company. It was very common to not bump into each other at work.