Not wanting to waste any more time arguing. N turned to leave, but Damon blocked her path. She frowned and looked up, about to speak, when he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist. All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
“What are you- Mmph!” Her words were cut off as Damon’s lips pressed against hers.
N’s eyes widened in shock.
Was <b>he </b>out of his mind<b>?! </b>
The balcony was only separated from the main hall by a curtain. Someone coulde by at any moment. If anyone saw this, she wouldn’t be able to exin herself no matter how hard she tried.
She trembled and tried to push Damon away, but he wouldn’t budge. In her fury, she bit down hard on his lip.
Damon winced in pain and released her. He wiped <b>the </b>blood from his mouth and was about to speak when N pped him across the face.
The sound of the p echoed in the sudden silence between them. A cool breeze swept through, making N shiver. Damon’s gaze was like a brewing storm.
N fought to suppress her fear and looked up at him, speaking with emphasis. “You wanted to know what makes Oliver different? I’ll tell you. He’s kind and doesn’t force <b>me </b>to do things I don’t want to. That’s the difference between him and you.”
With that, she turned <b>and </b>walked away.
Damon’s gaze remained dark and brooding as he watched her leave, but he didn’t try to stop her.
Neither of them noticed a pair of cold eyes watching from the corner, taking in everything that happened on the balcony.
Reba was holding a wine ss, her beautiful features twisted with anger. Her grip on the ss was so tight that it almost shattered
Taking a deep breath, she nced at a nearby server, who <b>gave </b>her a nod before carrying a ss of wine
toward Damon.
Back in the hall….
Damon, feeling increasingly agitated, saw the server pass by and called out to him. He grabbed a ss of wine and downed it in one go.
The alcohol did nothing to ease his frustration. If anything, it only made him more irritated, so he picked up another ss.
Spencer returned from delivering the gift and saw Damon drinking one ss of wine after another on the sofa. He hurried over. “Mr. Sumner, you can’t drink any more. You have an international meeting tomorrow morning.
Damon shot Spencer a cold <b>nce</b>, <b>causing </b>him to withdraw <b>his </b>hand quietly.
“Just go home for now,” Damon said dismissively.
<b>+25 </b>
Spencer hesitated. “Mr. Sumner, you’ve had quite a lot to drink. Why don’t I wait for you?”
“Have you finished the report for tomorrow’s meeting? Damon asked.
Spencer was taken aback, and his face flushed with guilt.
“Have the driver take you home first ande back around 10:00 p.m. to pick me up,” Damon instructed.
Hearing this, Spencer didn’t insist further. “Alright. Mr. Sumner, try not to drink too much. Ms. Jayston probably doesn’t appreciate drunkards either.”
As Damon’s icy stare followed him, Spencer left quickly. Lingering any longer might be dangerous.
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Damon looked down at his drink, his expression
N wouldn’t care if he was drunk–she didn’t care about him at all now.
The memory of how she had smiled so charmingly at Oliver while barely acknowledging him fueled Damon’s frustration. He brought the ss to his lips and continued drinking, one ss after another.
In the shadows, Reba observed Damon’s increasing inebriation with a sense of satisfaction. His drunken state would boost the chances of her n seeding, <b>and </b>the more she thought about it, the -more excited she became.
As Damon continued to drink, he suddenly began to sense that something was off.