Chapter 401

Put on the clothes! But when the girl’s soft, red lips pressed against him, he found the taste… not bad. Coincidentally, she felt the same. “So this is the kiss of legend,” she said, “Not bad. Let’s kiss again.” She kissed him again.

Damien struggled intensely. He never imagined making love with a stranger. He disliked one-night stands, but the heat surging through his body intensified, almost burning him. He closed his eyes, hugged her, turned, pushed her down, and hoarsely ordered, “Open your mouth!”

“What… um!” Everything that followed made sense; he was inexperienced. She shouted, “Hey, hey, calm down! Don’t tear my clothes; I’ll have to put them back on later.”

“You… Do you know?” He buried his face in her long hair, scolding in a deep voice, “Shut up! Stop shouting!” Her presence stirred his very soul.

After a night of passion, as he lay beside her, he stretched out a strong arm and held her close. Both were drenched in sweat. He asked, “What’s your name?”

The girl in his arms replied dishonestly, “Didn’t you say I’m a witch?”

He felt a pang of displeasure. Sensing this, she asked, “What’s wrong? You don’t understand the one-night stand rule? You can’t ask for my name. I won’t tell you, and don’t look for me later. We’re friends with benefits, at best.”

What? One-night stand… friends with benefits? Damien had never heard these terms before, and he found them unpleasant. He withdrew his arm, saying, “Then don’t come to me again.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t,” she said assuredly. She got out of bed, dressed, and left elegantly, without looking back. Damien, angry at having expended all his energy, closed his eyes and slept.

When he awoke at dawn, he moved slightly and saw a girl lying in his lap. She had returned. He admitted to a flash of joy. Looking at her face, he saw Nora.

Released from distant memories, Damien gazed at Nora. That night, he had felt compassion, but that sadness vanished completely from the moment he first saw her. He had no interest in Nora.

Seeing Damien's silence, Nora, sensing his recollection of the night and consumed by jealousy, ran over, hugged him tightly, and said, “Damien, I know you can’t forget that night; it means you have feelings for me. So why don’t you want me now? You never touched me after that.”

“Damien, let’s try again! Let’s relive the old dream; maybe I can give you a son!” she said, tiptoeing closer to his face.

Damien immediately smelled artificial perfume, unlike the soft fragrance of the girl from the previous night. He pushed Nora away. Confused, she asked, “Damien, what’s wrong with you?”

Their post-marital intimacy could be counted on one hand. He had no feelings for her and avoided contact. Sensing the perfume, he raised an eyebrow and said, “Nora, be smarter. I’m going to the hospital to see my mother, and you’re here talking about having a son. Don’t you find that troublesome?”

Nora froze, remembering his mother’s hospitalization. Her timing was poor; she had been too hasty. Damien was rarely home, and she couldn't wait. Unwilling to give up, she tried harder, brushing the straps of her red dress from her shoulders. Her body was well-maintained, her curves pronounced. Confidently, she said, “Damien, I’ll go to the hospital with you. We haven’t been together for a long time; I miss you so much.”

Damien looked at her without flinching, remaining calm. He pursed his lips and said, “Everyone, come here.”

The bedroom door opened, and several maids entered. Nora was naked. Unprepared for this, she felt the cold air and instinctively hugged herself, shouting, “Ah!” As Mrs. Robert, she had always maintained a strong, cheerful façade. The maids’ sight of her naked body was humiliating and mortifying.

“Get out! Get out!” she screamed.

The maids remained; Damien was the master of the Robert household. He remained silent. He gave Nora a cold, distant glance and ordered, “Help the lady get dressed, lest she catch a cold.” Then he left.

The maids picked up her dress and coat, surrounding her. “Madam, please dress.”

Nora’s face was pale; tears streamed down as she clenched her teeth, biting her lip until it bled.

Crystal was still in the hospital. Four days had passed peacefully; Olive had vanished. The Paulo family, busy with wedding preparations, ignored Crystal. She was relieved; her scar had vanished, her skin smooth. Happily, she told Professor X, “Your medical skills are amazing. Thank you.”

He shook his head. “It’s okay. Today’s the last day of treatment. Goodbye, Miss Robert.” He left with his pillbox.

Walking down the hospital corridor, Olive spotted a handsome, pale figure—Jean.