No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) novel Chapter 534

Scarlett held Damian's gaze, those deep eyes fixed on her, and started again. "Damian, that day on the bridge..."

Before she could finish, Damian shifted suddenly, rolling over and pinning her beneath him.

He leaned down, his large frame casting a shadow that completely enveloped her, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know what people usually do at this hour, right?"

Scarlett tried to squirm out from under him, but he was injured. She didn't want to hurt him, which unfortunately meant she couldn't exactly shove him off.

So she settled for glaring up at him. "What are people supposed to do?"

Damian dipped his head, burying his face next to hers, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "Fool around."

He drew the words out slowly, letting them hang there, deliberately suggestive.

Scarlett knew he was messing with her. She snapped, "Get off me!"

As she said it, she pushed at him again.

The next second, Damian let out an involuntary sharp breath. "Shit—"

Hearing that, Scarlett's expression shifted immediately. "Are you okay?"

Worry and panic were written all over her face.

Seeing her flustered like that, Damian broke into a grin, the corners of his mouth curving up. "Kidding."

Scarlett was livid. Her voice rose. "Get up. Let's sit and talk like normal people."

Damian didn't budge. "Only if you promise it's not something that's gonna piss me off."

Scarlett kept struggling. "I can't promise that."

"Then we're not talking about it."

She caught the flicker of something in his eyes—uncertainty, maybe even fear. Like he already knew.

So she decided not to drag it out any longer. "I know who really saved you back then."

The smile dropped from Damian's face. His voice went low. "You're telling me that woman you pushed on me—the one who keeps trying to add me—is the one?"

Scarlett nodded. "Yes."

Damian's hand tightened around her arm, grip unconsciously firming. His voice came out strained, almost like he was grinding his teeth. "You'd make something like that up just to get rid of me?"

Scarlett looked him straight in the eye, her face completely serious. "It's the truth."

Damian turned his head away sharply, voice rising. "I don't believe you."

She tried to say more, but he didn't want to hear it. He turned back and crushed his mouth against hers, rough, demanding.

You can't say for sure about things that never happened.

Damian slowly rolled off her and lay flat on his back inside the tent. The tent's ceiling was clear plastic, giving them a full view of the starry sky above.

The view was just as beautiful as before, but somehow it felt different now.

With Damian off her, Scarlett finally felt like she could breathe again. She took a couple of deep breaths, then asked, "You already knew, didn't you?"

Damian nodded. "Yeah."

She asked carefully, "How long have you known?"

He answered flatly, "Around the time we decided to stay over. When she tried to add me, her request mentioned what happened back then."

Scarlett let out a quiet "Oh."

Damian turned his head toward her. "That's it? Just 'oh'?"

She thought about all the moments over the past few years. All the times she'd assumed Damian's kindness toward her had some hidden motive. She never imagined she'd been living in someone else's place this whole time.

Facing his question, she gave a sad, small smile. "You shouldn't have been so good to me."

Damian studied her. "We've kissed, we've—you know. And now you're pulling back?"

Scarlett pushed herself up, sitting on the ground, and looked at him. Her eyes held something complicated, something heavy.