Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201 Sick?

Later that night, Damien teased Clarissa,

“You’ve got a cold.” Clarissa pushed him reflexively.

“Am I considered sick?” he asked in reply. He didn’t show any major symptoms of a cold, with the exception of his muffled voice.

“I don’t want you to feel tired,” Clarissa said. “Isn’t this tiring?”

“I don’t find it tiring.”

As they were talking, a noise came from downstairs. A man was muttering loudly, and Clarissa could vaguely hear the words Gel or Zell in the background.

Damien’s movements stopped. Frowning, he said, “I’ll go and check.” Having said that, he went downstairs.

Clarissa breathed out a sigh of relief and lay in bed. She wanted to fall asleep before Damien returned to save herself from his advances. Soon, she heard the sound of someone getting chided downstairs. The noise made Clarissa shiver.

It sounded as if Damien was reprimanding his father.

Clarissa had never seen such a strange relationship between father and son. The father kept quiet and said nothing as the son scolded him.

“You left without looking back! What are you trying to do now? Are you back to scare

us?”

“Don’t let me hear your stupid noises again!”

The noises alerted Grandpa Lawrence as well. Damien had a few words with him downstairs.

Clarissa was frightened. When Damien came up, he leaned over the headrest on the bed and lit a cigarette out of annoyance.

Clarissa tugged him cautiously.

“Be a good girl. Go to sleep first.” He stroked Clarissa’s head.

“Dad… What’s wrong with Dad?” Clarissa asked Damien with dewy, frightened eyes.

“He has a serious mental illness. Seeing someone who was there during the scandal before would trigger it again.” Damien took a deep puff of his cigarette. “Well, he just met Frank and his son today.”

Clarissa wondered how long Vanessa had spent on the herbal infusion. Clarissa suddenly recalled Theresa. Well, speak of the devil. As soon as Clarissa finished talking with Vanessa, Theresa called.

“Mom.” Clarissa exited the kitchen and walked to the living room. “What’s wrong?”

“Clary, are you free to talk now?” Theresa sounded a little troubled. “Sure, go ahead.” “If you’re free tonight, come home. I need to talk to you.”

Clarissa said, “Okay. I’m usually free after work, anyway.”

She wanted to make dumplings for Damien, but that wasn’t a big deal. She could make them for him later.

After she hung up, she went back to the kitchen. “Mom, I’ll bring it up to Damien later. Earlier, his forehead was a little hot,” Clarissa told Vanessa. “It’s okay. I added fever medicine inside the infusion. He had a cold last night, but he

still went downstairs even when it was so cold,” Vanessa said, sounding like she was in slight pain.

“Early spring is so cold, too,” Vanessa added, her voice rather teary. She sounded so heartbroken, Clarissa wanted to cry as well.

“I’ll definitely bring it to him.” After Clarissa said that, she went upstairs with a steaming bowl of herbal infusion.