Chapter 574: You Hurt Me
When Damien’s large hand landed on Joyce’s shoulder, she frowned and exclaimed, “It hurts… please be more gentle.” Damien had never massaged a woman before—in fact, he’d never massaged anyone—so he applied considerable pressure. Hearing her cry of pain, he eased up, becoming much gentler. This time, Joyce felt comfortable.
“Right, that’s it, very good. Hey, this is a tip for you. I’m happy if you’re happy.” Joyce handed Damien a generous sum of money. He looked down, realizing her generosity. The skin beneath his palm was as smooth as silk. Damien struggled to maintain his focus, his Adam’s apple bobbing nervously.
“You’re giving me all this?” he asked.
Joyce smiled. His voice was deeply pleasant, magnetic even. “Elegant Garden really lives up to its reputation,” she mused inwardly. “This male technician’s voice is so sweet; one could get pregnant just listening to him.” She closed her eyes.
“How do you want me to massage you?” Damien’s hand moved slowly down her waist. Joyce’s eyes snapped open. She deftly evaded his touch and rolled off the bed.
“I don’t remember ordering this service…” she blinked, her beautiful eyes fixed on Damien. He saw her face clearly now. “You!” Her eyes widened. Damien, thinking she’d recognized him, was surprised when she exclaimed, “I clearly ordered a young guy. Why did my order change to an older man? Who are you?”
Disappointed she didn't recognize him, Damien pursed his lips, his gaze sharp. He snorted coldly, “Joyce, who do you think I am?”
Surprised he knew her name, Joyce examined him from head to toe. His attire was exquisite; he looked like a noble, restrained, and successful upper-class man.
“Who do I think you are?” she replied. “Aren’t you the one I caught hugging a female technician just now? Don’t worry, everyone is here to have fun. I definitely won’t tell on you,” she added.
Damien felt his anger rising. His famed self-control vanished, and he yelled, “Joyce Brown!”
Joyce looked at him, slowly saying, “You can’t be Damien, Olive’s father, are you?”
“You finally remembered, right?” Damien replied, his face grim. It was him. Joyce sat up, wrapped in a large bath towel, her long, wavy chestnut hair cascading like silk. Out with Olive, they were often mistaken for sisters, not mother and daughter.
“Olive’s dad? What a coincidence. Why are you here? Are you looking for me?”
“What do you think?” Damien retorted.
“Damien, why are you looking for me? We just had a one-night stand. As strangers, shouldn’t we disappear from each other’s lives after that?” Joyce asked sternly.
Damien was speechless. Why was he looking for her? He was mad to seek out this heartless woman!
“That night, Nora pretended to be you, then claimed I’d gotten her pregnant. I married her because I thought she was carrying my child. Didn’t you know about that?”
Joyce considered a moment, then nodded. “I heard a little about Nora, when her father, Paulo, was my student.”
Damien’s brows furrowed. He grabbed her slender arm, pulling her closer. “I married that woman who pretended to be you. Don’t you care?” His eyes blazed with anger.
Joyce winced. “Damien, you’re hurting me.”
Damien saw the red mark his grip had left on her delicate skin and quickly released her. Joyce tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her brows furrowed. “Damien, are you looking for me to relive your old dreams and… sleep with me again?”
Damien, raised as the heir to a wealthy family, was exceptionally refined in his speech. He reprimanded her in a deep voice, “Speak decently!”
Joyce clamped her lips shut. She hadn’t expected such sternness. Remembering Damien, the business tycoon who had once swept Imperial City, notorious for his distance from women, she chuckled, finding him rather interesting. Her eyes held a hint of seduction.
“Could it be that I was wrong? You rushed in so recklessly, like you were catching a traitor. Have you been obsessed with me all these years?”
Damien felt her hands trail down his trousers. She was bold, direct. Countless women had pursued him, but none had seduced him like this.