Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162 Forced Proximity

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Damian lay nestled in the blue duvet, clutching the fabric and breathing in Scarlett’s lingering scent with deep, deliberate inhales. It was as if he could never get enough-as if her very essence was a drug he craved.

Scarlett’s expression tightened under the soft bedroom light. “Damian, my brother is right next door,” she warned, her voice low but sharp. “One shout from me and he’ll be here. You’d better leave the same way you came-or you’re trespassing.”

Rolling onto his side to face her, Damian flashed a roguish grin. “Are you really that heartless, baby? I came all this way. Won’t you let me feel your warmth before I go?”

His eyes glimmered with unmistakable amusement.

The window stood slightly ajar. A cool late-October breeze drifted inside, raising goosebumps on Scarlett’s arms. She was sure she’d closed it before leaving that morning—it had been raining.

There was no doubt-Damian had climbed through the window.

He was always like this-utterly without principles. His gaze could be so intense, so focused, it almost felt genuine. But Scarlett refused to believe he truly cared for her.

The bedsheets, fresh from being laundered a couple of days before, still carried the clean scent of sunshine and detergent. Damian seemed completely at ease, as if he had no intention of moving.

Growing more irritated by his boldness, Scarlett snapped, “Damian, get off my bed.”

He paused, then lifted his gaze with that same wicked smile. “If you insist, baby.”

In one fluid motion, he tossed the covers aside and rose. Within two or three strides, he was standing right in front of her.

He’d deliberately left his shirt unbuttoned, revealing lean, toned muscles that glowed with a honeyed warmth under the light.

As he moved closer, Scarlett instinctively stepped back-until the back of her legs hit the dressing table. Losing her balance, she started to fall backward into the chair.

But Damian’s arm shot out, catching her firmly around the waist and pulling her tight against

his chest.

He lowered his head, inhaling the scent of her hair. His breath was deep, almost hungry, like an addict finally getting his fix.

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The moment he held her, Scarlett crossed her arms between them, trying to create some space -but that only pressed her palms flat against his bare skin.

Damian’s laughter was low and velvety. “Like what you feel, baby?”

Scarlett’s face flushed crimson. “Damian, you bastard-let me go,” she hissed.

Instead of releasing her, he pulled her even closer. “This waist of yours… so soft and slender,” he murmured, his voice rough. “And you smell so good; it’s intoxicating. How could I possibly let go?”

She began to struggle in earnest-pinching, hitting, trying to shove him away. “Damian, you jerk! Let go of me right now!”

But her resistance seemed to barely register. He easily captured her flailing hands, his eyes still dancing with dark amusement. “Are you really that cold-hearted? Don’t you miss me at all?”

Scarlett was too frantic to reply. She twisted and writhed, trying to break his hold.

He subdued her effortlessly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched her struggle.

In the process, his shirt fell open even wider, the defined lines of his abdomen now fully exposed.

In her panic, Scarlett shifted her arms—and suddenly her body was pressed fully against his bare skin.

She could feel the heat radiating from him, burning through her clothes, leaving her nowhere to hide.

A haze clouded Damian’s gaze. His breathing grew heavy and ragged near her ear, its rhythm completely broken.

Scarlett could feel his body temperature rising. Desperate, she pushed against him. “Damian, let me go!”

But he had no intention of releasing her. Instead, he swept her up into his arms and over his shoulder.

The sudden movement forced a gasp from Scarlett’s lips.

Almost as quickly, he laid her down on the bed-but before she could react, he pinned her wrists, rendering her completely powerless. She could only lie there, trapped under his gaze.

Damian leaned over her, blocking the light. His face was shadowed, hard to read, but his rough, uneven breaths filled the space between them.

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Terrified he might go too far, Scarlett pleaded in a small voice, “Damian… don’t do this.”

Her tone was soft, almost gentle-yet it seemed to affect him like a powerful intoxicant, tensing his entire body.

Just then, a knock came at the door. “Auntie, are you okay?”

It was Clara. She must have heard Scarlett’s gasp earlier.

Scarlett’s panic surged-but Damian moved faster. In one swift motion, he rolled off her, pulled the covers over himself, and vanished beneath the duvet.

When no answer came, Clara’s small voice sounded again from the hallway, tinged with concern. “Auntie… I’m coming in, okay?”

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