Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 265

Awakened Housewife: Ignore Betrayer’s Begs

Chapter 265 Wishes Upon the Water

His voice was so soft that Scarlett didn’t catch the words.

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But whether she heard him or not didn’t matter to Damian anymore. He would do everything in his power to make her wishes come true, regardless.

The thought made a quiet smile touch his lips.

He lowered his head and began writing his own wish on the sheet of rice paper.

Seeing him start, Scarlett tilted her head, trying to sneak a peek at what he was writing. Damian immediately shielded the paper with his hand. “No peeking. If someone else sees your wish, it

won’t come true.”

His seriousness made Scarlett laugh softly. She shook her head. “I didn’t expect a grown man to be so superstitious.”

Damian jutted out his lower lip in a mock

pout. “That’s my business.”

Scarlett shifted, turning her body further away from him. “Fine. Then you don’t get to see mine either.”

Damian glanced at her. She had angled herself completely, and he genuinely couldn’t see the words forming on her page. It didn’t matter, though. What mattered was that she was participating, that she was here with him.

He looked back down and finished writing his own message.

“I wish for her happiness. I wish for her to let go of Vincent. I wish for her to be my wife.”

After writing, he carefully folded the paper and tucked it into the delicate frame of his wish lantern.

Nearby, Scarlett finished as well. She had just secured her note inside the lantern when Damian looked over.

Their eyes met. “I’m done,” she said.

Damian smiled. “Shall we go release them, then?”

Scarlett nodded. “Okay.”

She picked up her lantern, and together they walked to the water’s edge. They gently placed the lanterns on the slow–moving current and watched as they began to drift away, joining a others carrying flickering candlelight downstream.

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Scarlett brought her hands together under her chin, closed her eyes, and made a silent wish. Please let it come true.

Damian watched her, momentarily mesmerized by the serene, earnest expression on her face illuminated by the distant lantern light.

He shook himself out of it and quickly pulled out his phone, sending a swift text to his assistant, “Retrieve the lantern now. The one with the blue trim.”

After seeing the confirmation reply, he slipped his phone back into his pocket.

Scarlett opened her eyes, the moment of quiet reflection over. She turned to Damian. “Where to next?”

Before he could answer, movement at the entrance of the lantern stall caught his eye. Two figures had just stepped under the low canopy.

It was Vincent and Sabrina.

The easy warmth vanished from Damian’s eyes in an instant.

Seeing his expression harden, Scarlett asked, confused, “What’s wrong?”

Damian realized she hadn’t noticed the newcomers. A mischievous, impulsive idea took hold.

Suddenly, he grabbed Scarlett’s hand and pressed it flat against his chest. He contorted his face into a grimace. “Baby, quick,” he said, his voice strained. “Check me. I feel this… tightness. Right here.”

He sounded convincingly pained, and Scarlett, caught off guard, switched immediately into professional mode.

Seeing his apparent distress, she moved closer to support him, her other hand instinctively slipping beneath the open collar of his shirt to feel his chest wall. As a doctor, propriety took a backseat to triage.

She palpated one area. “Pain here?”

Damian winced. “Yes. Sharp.”

She moved her fingers slightly. “What about here?”

He looked down at her, his expression still convincingly pained. “Yeah, that hurts too.”

Scarlett’s brow furrowed in clinical concern. “That’s unusual,” she murmured to herself. She applied gentle pressure lower, on his abdomen. “Any pain here?”

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While she was examining him, Damian kept one eye on Vincent and Sabrina. They had seen them the moment they entered, but neither had offered a greeting.

The stall attendant had gone to assist them. Sabrina was drawn to the display of lanterns, her gaze lingering on the promotional sign. In truth, her mind was on Damian.

Did he just fake an illness the second we walked in? Is this some pathetic ploy for my attention? She thought, though she pointedly ignored him and busied herself with the lanterns.

Vincent stood beside her, but his attention was fractured. His eyes kept drifting across the small space, back to where Scarlett’s hands were on Damian’s chest.

Scarlett was checking Damian’s body, but he winced in pain no matter where she pressed.

Then, as she pressed firmly near his sternum, Damian let out an excessively loud, dramatic moan. It was completely unrestrained, drawing a few glances from others nearby.

The sound made Scarlett jump. She pulled her hands back as if burned and shoved his shoulder. “Damian! What is wrong with you?” she hissed, her professional concern evaporating into irritation.

Damian looked down at her, the picture of pain instantly replaced by a wide, unrepentant grin. He shrugged, the very image of innocence. “Nothing. I just felt that as soon as you touched me, that awful tightness in my chest… It just miraculously vanished.”

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