Awakened Housewife Ignore Betrayer's Begs (Scarlett) novel Chapter 657

It was just an office—hardly the place for a first time.

Damian reached out, intending to straighten Scarlett's disheveled blouse, but she flinched, misreading his gesture. Quickly shielding herself, she glanced up at him. "Damian, what are you doing now?"

Seeing the wariness in her eyes, he chuckled softly, a teasing gleam in his gaze. "What? Afraid of me?"

"I... I'm not," she insisted, though her voice wavered slightly.

He watched her trying to put on a brave face and couldn't help smiling. "Not afraid, huh?"

He drew the words out slowly before adding in a low, playful tone, "Want to go another round?"

Scarlett's cheeks flushed instantly. She pushed against him instinctively. "Damian, let me go!"

She tried to stand, but Damian easily caught both her wrists in one hand. With the other, he gently smoothed back the strands of hair that had fallen across her face.

Realizing he was only fixing her appearance, Scarlett relaxed slightly.

Once he'd tidied her up, Damian released her hands and grinned. "I've already had my fill of you, and you still say you won't marry me?"

Her face burned even hotter. She shoved him hard. "You jerk."

Hopping off his lap, she hurried around to the other side of the desk and sank into the chair opposite him.

Sitting there, Scarlett buried her face in her arms, turned away so Damian couldn't see her expression—though right then, her skin felt hot enough to start a fire.

Seeing how flustered she was, Damian decided not to tease her further. He gathered the papers scattered across the desk, stood up, and walked around to her side. Gently resting his hands on her shoulders, he said, "Let's get some dinner, Scarlett. It's almost dark outside."

After a quiet moment, she murmured, "Okay."

She rose slowly, still avoiding his eyes.

Damian noticed the lingering blush on her cheeks but didn't comment. He didn't want to scare her back into her shell—not when she'd just begun to come out of it.

By the time they left the building, rush hour had passed, but plenty of employees still saw them walking out together.

Even though Damian had introduced her as just a friend before, anyone with half a brain could tell they were more than that.

People might whisper about it privately, but no one dared to say a word to their faces.

At the restaurant, Damian chose a table by the window. From where they sat, they could look down at the snowy streets below and the shimmering city lights fading into the distance.

He slid the menu toward her. "Scarlett, why don't you choose?"

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