The sounds of fireworks jolted Damon, who was lying in the flower bed, awake. He slowly sat up, his clothes in disarray and scratches scattered across his chest.


    A look of shock crossed his face.


    He recalled seeing N before losing consciousness and couldn’t resist hugging and kissing her.


    The


    emory made his expression darken. He quickly straightened his clothes and picked up his phone to


    call N, but despite numerous attempts, his calls went unanswered,


    His frustration mounting. Damon immediately contacted Spender to find out N’s whereabouts. After ending the call, he hurried outside to the vi.


    The driver, already stationed at the entrance, saw Damon approaching and quickly came over. “Sir, are we heading back now?”


    Damon didn’t answer. His face was grim as he got into the car.


    The driver, unsure of what was happening, hesitated to make any decisions without instructions and We in the driver’s seat.


    Damon stared intently at his phone, his expression serious. When Spencer’s call came through, he answered immediately.


    “Mr. Sumner, Ms. Jayston is on her way back to the city. We’re not sure of her exact destination,” Spencer reported.


    “Understood, Share her location with me in real–time,” Damon instructed.


    After ending the call, Damon coldly directed, “Head to the city.”


    N’s rented apartment was rtively close, so she drove straight back home. Once there, she Immediately took a shower.


    On the way back, she had already calmed down. After all, she reasoned, she was an adult and had dealt with such situations before–just a minor bite from a dog.


    After showering and drying her hair, she decided to take some medication. She remembered buying something simr when she was with rk and thought it might be in her medicine cab. Finding the morning–after pills at the bottom of the cab, she swallowed one with water, feeling a bit of relief.


    Just as she began to rx, the doorbell rang suddenly.


    Startled, she went to the door and saw Damon through the peephole. She frowned.


    “N, I know you’re inside. Let’s talk,” Damon said.


    N pressed her lips together and, after a moment of hesitation, opened the door.


    They settled on the sofa, with N maintaining a calm demeanor while Damon appeared apologetic and ufortable.


    “N, I’m sorry about what happened tonight. I’ll take responsibility,” <b>he </b>said.


    His gaze shifted from initial guilt to a more determined expression. He looked at her seriously and added, “I will marry you.”


    At his words, N unexpectedly burst intoughter.


    She raised an eyebrow at Damon, her gaze indifferent. Mr. Sumner, one–night stands are quitemon among adults. I don’t need you to take responsibility, and marrying you isn’t something I’m interested in.. Considering the challenging dynamics within the Sumner family, she felt it was best to maintain her distance. Moreover, she had more pressing matters to attend to.


    Damon furrowed his brow. “N, but I want to take responsibility.”


    “I don’t need it. Let’s just pretend tonight never happened. Mr. Sumner, you can leave now,” N said. Damon remained seated, his face tense. His eyes, dark and unreadable, were fixed on her. After a long silence, he finally spoke. “Since it happened, it can’t be ignored.”


    “But I don’t need you to take responsibility. Mr. Sumner, you don’t think that just because we slept together, you can bind me to you, do you?” N asked.


    Seeing that she had misunderstood his intentions, Damon instinctively tried to rify. “That’s not what I meant. I just-


    N interrupted him, “No matter what you meant, tonight doesn’t change anything for me, We’re adults- there’s no need for melodrama. It’ste now, so you should go.“All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.