Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 594

Scarlett looked at him, her lips parting slightly. "No. None of that. I just don't like you."

Damian didn't even seem to hear her. He kept going. "If it's about Melinda, I'll go talk to her again. I'll make it clear what we really are to each other. If it's Vincent, then relax—I'll be here until he signs those papers. If he won't, we take him to court. If it's Nolan, I'll handle it. I'll set things straight with him. And if it's your family, don't worry. I won't put you in a tough spot. I'll find a way to make them come around."

Scarlett stared at him, completely at a loss for words.

A long silence stretched between them. Finally, her voice came out rough, barely above a whisper. "Damian. Just let me be for a while. Go check on your mom."

The rush of emotions she'd felt earlier had settled into something quieter. Too quiet. And the calmer she got, the more she pulled away.

He asked, "How long is 'a while'?"

She shook her head. "I don't know."

He didn't push. Instead, his tone turned firm. "One night, then. I'll be back tomorrow morning."

Before she could argue, he added, "Get some rest. I'm going."

As he turned, Scarlett caught a glimpse of something on his hand. Small spots of blood.

Her training kicked in instantly. That was fresh. His hand had been bleeding.

"Damian," she called out before she could stop herself.

He turned back, hope flickering across his face. "You changed your mind?"

But her eyes were fixed on his hand. "You're bleeding. What happened?"

He tucked his hand behind him. "It's nothing."

Probably from gripping the gun too hard, but he didn't say that.

She wasn't buying it. Her voice sharpened. "Tell me. What did you do?"

Damian stood there in the middle of the room and gave her a soft smile. "You don't need to know everything. When you're with me, you don't have to carry all that weight. Just be happy."

That only made her more anxious. "Did you go see Daniel?"

"No."

Her voice rose. "Damian, you know what he's like. He holds a grudge. He'll come after you—"

He walked back toward her slowly, still smiling. "You don't think I can handle it?"

She dropped her gaze. "That's not it. I'm just... worried about you."

His smile widened. "Then why'd you say you don't care about me?"

Her head snapped up. She'd been tricked. But before she could fire back, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Light. Quick. Then he pulled away.

"I'm leaving now. Get some sleep. Think about us. I'll wait for your answer."

Madeline's raspy reply followed. "Daniel still isn't back. My eyelid won't stop twitching. I've got a bad feeling. I'll wait out here. Maybe once he's home, I'll calm down."

The maid's voice came again, gentle. "Mrs. Lennox, Mr. Daniel Lennox's a grown man. He can take care of himself. You're the one who needs to rest."

Madeline turned to respond, but before she could, something in her peripheral vision made her freeze. A pair of legs. Sticking out from the shadows into the dim pool of light near the gate.

Her hand flew to her mouth.

"Sarah... go look. What is that?"

Her lips trembled.

The maid, Sarah, turned and saw the same thing. Her heart hammered, but she forced herself to crouch down. The moment she recognized the face, a scream tore from her throat.

"Mrs. Lennox, it's—it's Mr. Daniel Lennox!"

Madeline rushed over.

One look at the figure on the ground—pale, still, drenched in rain—and her composure shattered.

Daniel. Her son. Unconscious. Blood pooled beneath him.

She dropped to her knees beside him, shaking him, calling his name over and over. Nothing.

Her hands trembled violently as she fumbled for her phone. She tried to dial, but her fingers wouldn't cooperate. Kept slipping. Kept missing the buttons. For a long moment, she couldn't get a single call out.