Chapter 650: My Husband

Old Mrs. Robert smiled. “Son, don’t refuse this blind date. Trust your mother’s vision. I know you’ll like gentle, elegant, and knowledgeable women. This one is from the Elijah family—Catalina, Elijali’s daughter.”

In the luxurious car, Damien leaned back, his black suit impeccable, a folded scarf in his pocket. The son of Imperial, honed by time, exuded an aura of elegance and allure. He held his phone, impatience etched on his face. Old Mrs. Robert continued, “Son, Catalina is classy. She has a PhD and has dedicated years to her studies, delaying other life events. Let me tell you a secret—she’s still a virgin.”

“Mom,” Damien said softly, “I’m not interested in blind dates. I have things to do. I’ll hang up.”

He started to disconnect. “Damien!” Old Mrs. Robert cried out, “You always do this! You’re impatient whenever I mention blind dates or women! Why did I suffer to raise a son like you?” She began to cry.

Damien, though used to this, was filial. He frowned, his tone softening. “Mom, you wanted a grandchild. Now you have a great-grandson. My duty to the family line is fulfilled. Can’t you give me some personal space?”

“I…” Mrs. Robert was taken aback, then retorted, “Nathan is my favorite, but you’re not a good son! My friends tease me because you’re not close to women.” She was heartbroken; other wealthy sons changed girlfriends frequently, but her son was different. Rumors circulated that he was unwell, but Damien remained indifferent.

“Mom, Nathan’s about to be released. I’m going to pick him up.”

The driver opened the car door. Damien exited, hanging up the call.

“Damien, don’t hang up! Catalina’s already looking for you…” Mrs. Robert’s words were cut short.

Damien pocketed his phone, intending to find Nathan, when a gentle voice called from behind, “Mr. Robert, is that you?”

Damien turned, indifferent. “Who are you?”

“Hello, Mr. Robert. I’m Catalina Elijah. Mrs. Robert mentioned me.” Catalina smiled softly. Damien was surprised at his mother’s efficiency; the blind date was already arranged and had found him. Catalina, in an elegant dress, was gentle and calm, in her thirties.

Catalina smiled shyly. “Mr. Robert, I’ve admired you for a long time. Do you have time for coffee?”

A taxi pulled up, and Joyce emerged, graceful and charming. She’d learned about the Augustine Corporation’s annual party and came to celebrate with her son-in-law, Elvis. She wore red, a color she seemed to favor. She admired the Augustine building, pleased with her son-in-law’s wealth. Her taste in men—handsome and rich—remained consistent. She also sought a sponsor to further her career.

As she approached the building, she spotted Damien. Removing her sunglasses, she confirmed it was him. She remembered his arrest and lawsuit against her for rape, demanding over ten billion. Why was he here? And who was the woman with him? Catalina was shyly gazing at Damien; clearly, she liked him. Was she his girlfriend?

Joyce strode forward, grabbing Damien’s arm. “My husband,” she purred.

Damien’s eyes widened, meeting Joyce’s gaze. He hadn’t expected her appearance. “Who’s your husband?” he asked, displeased. She seemed shameless.

Joyce smirked. “You are. Forgotten? Forgotten calling me your sweetheart last night at my place?”

Damien’s lips tightened; he’d never called any woman sweetheart. Joyce looked at Catalina. “Husband, who is she? Your new secretary?”