Meeting Damon’s using gaze, N felt a strange sense of amusement. He had been the one to force himself on her back then, and now, with his memory gone, he had taken on the role of the victim?


    “Mr. Sumner, you im Buddy is your child. What evidence do you have?” she asked.


    Damon’s demeanor turned icy. “The fact that he looks almost exactly like me is proof enough.”


    N smiled. “But a judge won’t rule you as Buddy’s father based solely on that.”


    Her sarcastic smile darkened Damon’s expression. He grabbed her hand, his eyes cold. “N, do I need to show you the paternity test results before you’ll admit it?” All rights ? N?velDrama.Org.


    N pulled her hand away. “Mr. Sumner, if you had a paternity test, you wouldn’t be here talking to me.. You’d be at the courthouse filing awsuit, wouldn’t you?”


    Damon fell silent for a few moments, his voice tight with anger. “Don’t worry, you’ll soon receive a subpoena. I won’t let my child stay with a maniptive woman like you!”


    N’s hands clenched at her sides, anger surging within her, nearly pushing her to the edge. But she


    should quickly regained herposure. “Mr. Sumner, instead of calling me maniptive, maybe you consider whether you’re being paranoid.”


    Just as Damon was about to retort, a flicker of a memory crossed his mind.


    The moment he tried to grasp it, it slipped away. It felt eerily familiar as if he had experienced it before. Yet, his memory had always been sharp–he had never argued with any woman before.


    His thoughts drifted to the car ident and the resulting amnesia. That incident couldn’t have been as straightforward as it seemed. He needed to investigate it more thoroughly.


    Noticing his sudden silence, N pressed her lips together. “If that’s all, Mr. Sumner, you can leave now.” Damon nced at her under the dim streetlight. A few steps away, N stood in a floral maxi dress, a light gray trench coat draped over her slim frame, her <b>long </b>hair casually swept into a bun. Her delicate, unmade–up face was still strikingly captivating.


    He thought he was beautiful. But as the thought crossed his mind, he frowned. He had seen women more beautiful than N–so why was he subconsciously drawn to her?


    The next second, he recalled that she had secretly given birth to his child without his knowledge, and disgust flickered in his eyes. A woman like that, no matter how attractive she was, couldn’t conceal the ugliness within.


    He threatened, “If you give me Buddy now, I won’t pursue the years of deceit. Otherwise-”


    Before he could finish, N pped him hard across the face.


    Suddenly, the air around them grew still.


    N lowered her trembling hand, meeting Damon’s cold gaze. “Regardless of whethe: Buddy is rted to you, you have no right to say those <b>things</b>.


    Damon’s expression darkened dangerously <b>as </b>he yanked N closer. “You should be grateful I don’t <i>hit </i>


    women!”


    N looked up at him, her eyes betraying no fear. “Let go of me!”


    She struggled to free herself, but Damon’s grip on her wrist was like a vise–unyielding. In the struggle, she lurched forward,nding directly in his arms.


    The familiar scent of pine enveloped her, and she froze, momentarily at a loss for how to react.