No Second Baby No You Only Divorce (Scarlett and Vincent) 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."

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