Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien) novel Chapter 84

Chapter 84 So, Who’s Your Man? Damien didn’t show any sign of leaving once Madelynn was ponc, llc ordered a stcak, looking as if he wanted to have a good chat with Clarissa. Clarissa had been like a cock geared up for a light, but the moment Madelynn lest, she lost lier spirit and stirred her coffee abashiedly. She was afraid Damien would get mad at her. After all, Madelynn was his first love, and she used to have so many shirts tailor-made for him. Now that she had pulled such a prank on Madelynn, Damien was definitely going to get revenge on Madelynn’s behalf.

As long as he didn’t do it in front of Madelynn, however, Clarissa didn’t mind.

“How much do the shirts really cost?” Damien asked sostly.

He now knew what had happened. Clarissa liad switched out the shirts that Madelynn got for him, and he himself hadu’t realized because he hadn’t bothered to look closely.

“I’ve already mentioned several times that they’re 2,000 dollars apiece.” Clarissa’s tone sounded rather uneasy. “Where’d you get them from?” He looked down at his shirt. It was almost identical to the real thing. It had only cost two hundred dollars, but it was comparable to something that cost tens of thousands.

“I had them tailor-made at Haye’s Suits. I specifically asked them to sew those initials on the tag.” The tag was behind Damien’s neck, so he had yet to see it. “Where are the shirts that Madelynn bought?” Clarissa licked her lips. He’d finally got to this question. She suddenly felt nervous. “Oh, ul… I gave them to someone else.” She rubbed her head.

“Is that so? To whom?” Damien’s voice was gentle as he turned to look at her.

Clarissa was terrified of this calm before the storm, so she said tremulously, “Landon Davis. Do you remember him? He went with me to get a computer.” “Yeah, I remember.” “His figure’s pretty similar to yours, so I think he’ll be able to do them justice.” Clarissa felt anxious. She was afraid that Damien would ask her to get the shirts back “Why didn’t you bring them back?”

“Why would I?” Clarissa lowered her head and narrowed her eyes, upset. “I’m your wife, at least in name. Do you know how many people are watching me at the company? Even if I’m getting cuckolded, I shouldn’t do it so willingly, should I? I’m not an idiot! How humiliated would I be if my man wore shirts bought by another woman?” “So, who’s your inan?” Damien cut his steak elegantly, his voice still gentle. “You, of course.”

He didn’t refute this. “Since you already knew she was up to no good, why’d you still accept the shirts?”

“She’s always insulting and embarrassing me so that you’ll drive me out. I can’t keep walling for you to help me out, can ?” Her licad drooped even lower as she muttered softly, “After all, you’re madly in love with her. I don’t even know what you see in her, aside from her looks.” “What clid you say?” Damien frowned.

“Nothing.”