Chapter 651: Don’t You Like the Daughter I Gave You?

Catalina, the female secretary, stared at Joyce in shock, then at Damien. Humiliated, she clenched her fist. “Mr. Robert, you already have a girlfriend, and you want a blind date with me? I didn’t expect this from you. You’re a beast! I’m disgusted!” Snorting, she fled.

Damien being called a beast amused Joyce. Damien, however, looked at her smiling face and said sternly, “Take your hand away!” Her hand still rested on his arm.

Joyce quickly withdrew it. Frowning, she asked, “Boss Robert, did I ruin your date? Are you angry?”

Damien frowned. “Is this fun? The last time you reported me for a pornographic deal and sent me to the police station—was that fun? You sent me a lawyer’s letter accusing me of rape and demanding 10.1 billion. Was that fun? Since you enjoy games, Boss Robert, let's play.”

The evening wind played with strands of Joyce’s hair. Her face, bright and captivating, belied her age. Their daughter, Olive, was grown, yet Joyce possessed a youthful playfulness.

Damien whispered, “How have I wronged you? Did you not find a male technician amusing, or did I not forcibly violate you?” Having broached that night twenty years prior, Joyce felt compelled to address it, unwilling to remain indebted.

She stepped forward, rising onto her tiptoes to bring her face close to his. Their proximity was intense; Damien could smell her perfume. The memory of that moonlit night, her boldly straddling him, flooded his mind.

“I wanted to give you a baby,” she whispered. “Son or daughter?”

Damien quickly dismissed the thought. “Stay away from me!”

Joyce knew of Damien’s privileged upbringing, his strict education. “Mr. Robert, you can pretend with others, but not with me. People who don’t know you would think you’re abstinent.”

“Don’t deny it! You don’t have amnesia. If you don’t remember, I can help you. I’ll admit I initiated it, but you asked for it twice afterward. You completely exhausted me that night.”

Hearing this, Damien’s eyebrows shot up. He remembered that night vividly. Realizing he’d married someone else, she truly viewed him as a one-night stand.

“Mr. Robert, that night fulfilled both our desires. And I gave you a beautiful daughter. Do you know how many people long for children? Besides, she’s grown. Don’t make this ugly. Don’t claim ten billion from me, and…” She bit her lip, her eyes twinkling. “Don’t you like the daughter I gave you?”

Her breath brushed his face as she smiled. The women Damien usually encountered were scholars like Catalina. Before meeting Joyce, he’d envisioned a respectable wife, but fate intervened. She didn't fit his ideal, yet he seemed captivated, unable to resist her.

He grabbed her arm, gently pushing her against the wall. Her vision darkened as his body enveloped her. His sudden dominance startled her.

Calmly, he said, “You seem to remember that night in exquisite detail.”

Joyce was stunned. “They say women never forget their first. After all these years, do you still miss me? Do you want to relive it?”

That night, she'd been innocent, he her first. She shivered. She’d initiated the encounter, yet he used her words against her. He was undeniably flamboyant.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about you for years.”

He hadn’t expected such a casual admission. She hadn’t forgotten… His usually stern features softened, a smirk playing on his lips.

The driver, a longtime Robert family employee, was speechless. Witnessing this intimacy, he was stunned. His boss never allowed such closeness. Could this be a dream? He snapped a picture and sent it to Mrs. Robert.