’How long has it been since I last saw him?’
Although Damien Vaughn had never officially admitted they were boyfriend and girlfriend, he had indeed done a great deal for Claire Clark and the Clark Family.
He arranged for her to study abroad, paid for her living expenses every month, and even got her a job at Central Hospital after she returned to the country...
After all these thoughtful gestures, one after another, Claire had genuinely fallen in love with him. She hoped to marry him and thought about him constantly, madly.
’But now that I finally get to see him...’
Since coming back, she had seen him three times, and he had grown colder with each meeting. Claire didn’t know what had gone wrong, and her heart ached.
She couldn’t help but question him, her voice thick with unshed tears.
"Damien, how can you talk to me like this? Do you really not want to see me that badly? I miss you so much. I think about you like crazy every day. I finally worked up the courage to come find you, but you..."
Having a woman whine tearfully in his ear when he was already on edge was enough to drive a man insane.
Damien Vaughn was in no mood to listen to her heartfelt confessions. He irritably yanked open his desk drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one right in front of her.
"So you came all this way just to tell me this?"
"I..."
Claire wanted to get angry and act coquettishly, but she couldn’t bring herself to be mad.
Damien Vaughn was just too handsome.
Whether he was being gentle with her, cold toward her, or acting as he was now—arrogant and impossibly cool—he was always breathtakingly handsome.
The entire room was practically overflowing with his palpable masculinity. Claire was completely mesmerized by his face. Watching his thin, sexy lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke, she instantly suppressed her feelings of grievance.
"Can’t I? You’ve been so good to me and done so much for my family. Isn’t it only natural that I miss you?"
"We’ve known each other for so many years. You’re all I ever think about, and you know it."
Damien Vaughn was also staring at Claire Clark.
Her looks, figure, and complexion were admittedly not bad, but her personality was definitely not his type.
After that impulsive night, he had tried for so many years. He had done his best, but he truly couldn’t bring himself to accept her.
Besides, he had already compensated her so much. It was time to say goodbye.
"You’re right, Claire Clark. I haven’t treated you badly, nor your family. But it was only one night. After all these years, I’d say my compensation has been more than enough. So, don’t come looking for me anymore. Get married, find a boyfriend, do whatever you want. You don’t need to fill your head with thoughts of me."
’What?’
The words struck Claire like a bolt of lightning.
Damien Vaughn was telling her not to look for him anymore, to go find a boyfriend?
’Is... is he trying to cut ties with me? Why?’
A sharp pain pierced her heart, and tears welled up uncontrollably. Claire’s voice trembled.
"Did I hear you wrong? What are you saying, Damien? Why can’t I come see you anymore? Why should I go find someone else? Are you dumping me?"
"Did I... did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Maybe sometimes I was a bit too dramatic trying to get your attention, but please believe me, I didn’t do it on purpose! I just wanted you to look at me more!"
"Please, don’t be mad at me. I’ll change! I know I was wrong. As long as you let me stay by your side, I’ll change anything!"
Before, she had been feisty and a bit dramatic. While Damien Vaughn hadn’t liked it, he’d at least found her personality straightforward, somewhat normal.
But now, with her crying and begging, utterly devoid of self-respect, Damien found her even more repulsive.
He really didn’t want to look at her for another second. Damien Vaughn pulled over a chair, sat down, and flicked the ash from his cigarette.
"We’ve known each other for so long, Claire Clark, yet you still don’t understand me."
"If I haven’t thought something through, I, Damien Vaughn, would never come to a conclusion. And once I have, it’s impossible to change it."
"Crying and carrying on won’t work on me. It only makes me look down on you."


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