Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 72

Chapter 72 My Future Husband Damien talked to Grandpa Lawrence for a while before heading upstairs. Before he left, he walked past the table and accidentally knocked over Clarissa’s bac.

Her bag was already situated at the edge of the table, with one simple nudge, it fell to the ground and the insides spilled out. He lowered his body to pick up the books on the ground. Out of curiosity, he slipped to the last page and saw a memo. ‘May your hopes and dreams come true in life – Joseph Moore.’

Damien’s face turned sour in a split second. On top of his words were the date and address of which the book was signed. It was Saturday at The Owlery. He realized that one of the pages was bookmarked, indicating that she had finished reading a hundred or so pages. It only took two days for her to finish half of the book!

The second one was a notebook about financial and cost management, which was also given by Josephi. He flipped through the pages, noticing that the notes were neally written with a lot of explanations in them. The third one was a workbook purchased from the Owlery, with the sliop’s logo imprinted on it. What exactly had Clarissa been up to these few days? With a sour expression, le placed the books back inside the bag and headed upstairs.

It turned out Clarissa wasn’t joking when she said she was going to resign. How dare she abandon him for another man!

A million possibilities rose to mind. After much thought, he finally arrived at a conclusion

“You’re here.” Noticing his arrival, Clarissa greeted him with a nonchalanttone Despite her attempt to sound like she didn’t care, her expression still reflected her longing for Damien, like a teenager in love.

“You still haven’t answered my question yet. Who’s the one causing your heart to beat like crazy?” Then, Damien leaned against the sofa and closed his eyes. “I’ve already told you! That person isn’t you!” Clarissa replied coyly

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“Whatever,” Damien continued. “It’s not like you’re my real wise. We’re just in a contract marriage, after all.” Clarissa’s heart sank at his callous remark.

“I’m glad we’re on the same page! Where am I sleeping tonight?” Clarissa glanced at Damien, who was resting on the reclining sola. Her heart skipped a beat at his mature charisma. “…I’ll be going back to my dorm in a bit.”

“Since you’re already here, just spend the night in my room. Don’t tell me you’re going to spend the night at another man’s place!” Damien left a snide remark despile maintaining a subtle tone.