Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 202

Chapter 202 A Public Lesson

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“With so many women around him, I wonder who Damian will finally settle with? I’d really like to see his final choice.”

Scarlett overheard these murmurs too, Her thoughts aligned with theirs-Damian was a womanizer; he wouldn’t commit to just one woman.

After Naomi finished her drink, Damian couldn’t help but praise her, “Ms. Crowley, you hold your liquor well”

Encouraged by the compliment, Naomi grew bolder, Shyly, she asked, “Then, Mr. Langley, would it be convenient to exchange numbers?”

“Sure,” Damian replied generously,

Naomi handed her phone to Damian, who took it and entered a string of digits.

When she got her phone back, Naomi ventured further, “I wonder… would it be okay if I called you tonight, Mr. Langley?”

Damian raised an eyebrow. “Of course. My driver is available anytime.”

Naomi’s mind immediately went somewhere else entirely, and her cheeks flushed even deeper.

But the next moment, Damian clarified casually, “I hope you’ll like my family’s chauffeur.”

Naomi thought she had misheard. “W-what do you mean?”

Damian’s smile was brilliant, his tone lazy. “What? Don’t think he’s good enough? He makes over a thousand a day.”

Naomi’s face fell instantly. “Mr. Langley, I don’t know how I’ve offended you, that you would humiliate me like this in public.”

With so many eyes watching, Damian had first lifted Naomi to the clouds, only to brutally drop her with his next sentence. This public embarrassment was worse than a slap in the face.

Damian’s expression cooled immediately, all pretense gone. He turned, held out his hand to the attendant beside him, who handed him a small plate-the very same dish that had stained

Scarlett’s dress earlier.

Damian lifted the plate and dumped its contents directly onto Naomi’s head.

The oily pasta scattered through her hair and began dripping down, splattering marinara sauce all over her light blue gown.

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In that moment, she was completely awkward and humiliated, tears streaming down her face.

The spectators fell into stunned silence.

Damian tossed the plate aside with a flourish, then took a linen napkin to wipe his hands. His expression cold, he looked at Naomi, his voice devoid of warmth. “You didn’t offend me. I just purely dislike you. Is that not allowed?”

Damian’s face was full of arrogance as he looked down at Naomi, his gaze cold as he watched her awkward state. The harder she cried, the deeper the curve of his smile became.

The onlookers gasped and muttered among themselves.

“What’s gotten into Damian today? He’s always been so charming with women. Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Even if this woman offended him… but the Crowley family just owns a restaurant chain. How could they possibly have any connection to someone of Damian’s stature?”

“Right, Damian seems like a completely different person today.”

Despite the surrounding chatter, Damian remained unmoved. After wiping his hands, he threw the napkin directly onto Naomi’s face.

“Ms. Crowley, you are only the third woman to earn my dislike.”

With that, Damian turned. His icy demeanor caused the people around him to instinctively clear a path.

He was arrogant, proud, cocky, and roguish. His height allowed his gaze to easily sweep over the surrounding crowd, finally landing in the direction of Vincent and his group.

A complex, indescribable emotion flickered in his eyes.

Vincent, Daniel, and Harris all noticed Damian’s gaze directed their way. It was filled with unmistakable disdain, scorn, and mockery.

Receiving this unfriendly signal, Daniel asked his companions, puzzled, “Is that a blatant challenge?”

Vincent held his wine glass, his voice lowered. “Has he ever been subtle about challenging us before?”

Harris straightened up, frowning in confusion. “There’s something off about Damian today. Isn’t he usually so smooth with women? Why would he go out of his way to humiliate one publicly?”

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Vincent took a sip of his merlot. His gaze suddenly shifted to Scarlett, who was standing not far

away.

At that moment, everyone’s attention was focused on Damian’s dramatic exit. Only Scarlett wasn’t looking at him; instead, she was browsing the hors d’oeuvres in the dining area.

The more indifferent Scarlett seemed toward Damian, the more Vincent felt something was amiss.

Is this indifference genuine? Or is it because she was certain Damian would stand up for her? Was that why, back in the restroom when I asked if she’d offended anyone, she said what she did?

His mind raced with thoughts, but he still offered Harris an explanation. “Someone here might know the answer to that question.”

Harris followed Vincent’s gaze, saw Scarlett, and chose to remain silent.

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