Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218 The Straw That Broke the Camel’s Back Damien pressed up against Clarissa forcefully.

He was just about to take his temper out on her when she grabbed a knife from the bedside table

She held it against his neck.

He stared at her, his gaze complicated.

“Don’t touch me!” Clarissa said, her angry face streaked with tears.

Whether Damien had killed her mother or otherwise, it definitely had something to do with him.

Despite all that, this scumbag still wanted to get her pregnant!

In his dreams!

They were supposed to be sworn enemies.

Damien pushed the knife away with his finger. “Do you think this puts me in a good mood?”

“You killed someone-of course you shouldn’t be in a good mood! But that doesn’t make things any better for the victim. My mother…” Clarissa recalled how, when Theresa had just woken up from her coma, she had buried her head in Theresa’s lap and called out to her repeatedly, just so she could hear a reply. Now, however, the whole room felt cold and empty.

Her mother was gone, and it was as if there was no one else left in this world.

Theresa wouldn’t answer Clarissa anymore.

Clarissa broke down and started sobbing. She eventually fell asleep.

Damien held her in his arms as she cried.

When she woke up the next day, her eyes were swollen. She knew Damien was still in bed. “Stop watching me like I’m some criminal. I’m fine, and I won’t die,” she said to him. He scrutinized her, thinking about how much truth there was in her words.

“Stay here and don’t go anywhere. I’ll be back after dropping by at the company for a while,” he said.

After Damien left, Clarissa cleaned all the things that Theresa had used, then put them away. She also tidied up Theresa’s clothes.

Connie’s WhatsApp message came at noon.

(Clarissa, are you free? If you are, I want to talk to you.] Clarissa figured that there really wasn’t any discord to sow between herself and Damien at this point. Perhaps Connie just wanted to talk about Theresa. (Come on over. I’m at home.) When Connie arrived, she stood silently in front of Theresa’s photograph for a while.