Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438 Miss Johnson, Have You Dated Before? Clarissa’s face turned gloomy. Iris was beyond diabolical. Clarissa knew Iris’s business had grown bigger and stronger in the past few years. Plus, with her influence in other countries…

“Oh! By the way, Clarissa, when is your next class? I want to come over,” Connie said pretentiously. “Next week,” Clarissa said, turning to leave. She clenched her hands tightly, furious. The four of them went into the same private room in Sonders Cafe. Damien lit a cigarette while Clarissa ordered the food. “What would you like to eat, Neil?” Clarissa stroked Neil‘s head. “Anything.” “Neil, you‘re so easy to please.” “I know what Neil will like. I‘ll order for him,” Caleb said, leaning closer to Clarissa. “The kids love this. Neil will probably love it too.”

Neil was very aggrieved to see their intimate interaction.

Damien slowly smoked a cigarette in his seat. He watched the two leaning close to each other, looking exactly like a perfect couple. Caleb was very active, and kept talking to Clarissa.

To Damien, Clarissa had always been a pretentious person who loved playing hard–to–get.

“Caleb, you didn‘t say you were interested in a teacher. You‘ve worried me for nothing.” Damien flicked his cigarette ash.

Caleb chuckled. “Well, I was afraid you‘d tell Mom. Clarissa‘s five years older than me. I was afraid Mom wouldn‘t approve.” Damien smiled again, but it wasn‘t a heartfelt smile. “What‘s your name? Clarissa, was it?”

Damien pretended not to know Clarissa and simply watched the show. He was excellent at pretending to be a stranger.

Clarissa kept her head down and played with her fingers. She wanted to tell Caleb the truth over dinner, but Connie and Cindy stopped her from doing so. It was frustrating.

She was unsure as to why Damien wasn’t telling the truth. Maybe he thought it was better to get rid of her early on. After all, she was just his ex-wife. Clarissa’s heart throbbed uncomfortably at the thought. “Yup! She‘s Clarissa Johnson, my accounting lecturer.” Caleb kept staring at Clarissa’s face, charmed by her beauty. He enjoyed looking at her. “Last time, Clarissa came downstairs when I had dinner here. I even painted her a portrait

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named after her. I wonder if you’ve seen it, President Lawrence?”