Seeing Mason’s doubtful look, Damon coughed lightly to cover his unease.
“What nonsense are you talking? I’m just a bit tired from work today. <b>It’s </b>gettingte. Let’s tidy up the toys, go upstairs, take a shower, and get some sleep,” he replied.
“Okay,” Mason agreed readily.
After they finished cleaning up the toys, Damon asked Lydia to take Mason upstairs for a bath while he went to his study.
Once seated, he picked up a document to read. However, thoughts of N’s words from that evening kept shing through his mind, making him feel restless. He suspected she might know he was lying to her but wasn’t sure.
After considering it further, Damon realized he couldn’t hide the truth forever. It might be better to probe N’s feelings toward Harrison the next morning.
If N wanted to see Harrison, he would tell her the truth. If she was still resistant to the idea of meeting him, then he’d wait until Harrison was feeling better before gradually bringing it up.
Upstairs…
After N showered and dried her hair, shey on her bed but found it impossible to sleep. She couldn’t understand why Damon would hide the fact that he had met his niece from her. If it was just a simple meeting, there would be no need for secrecy.
The more she thought about it, the more frustrated she became. Just when she was willing to give them both a chance, he started lying to her.
Mason’sment about his teacher teaching them to be honest served as a hint for Damon not to deceive her. She didn’t know if he was ignoring it or genuinely didn’t understand.
N picked up her phone and hesitated for a moment before sending a message to Vrie. N?velDrama.Org content.
A phone lit up in a corner of the sofa in a private room on the second floor of a club, but no one noticed.
At that moment, the room was filled with voices as a group of men and women yed a game of Truth or Dare.
These people were well–known heirs from Saintornia<b>, </b>gathered for a night of fun.
Vrie wasn’t very familiar with them–Zayn had brought her along.
As luck would have it, the bottle keptnding on Vrie.
“Truth or Dare?” someone from the group asked.
Vrie frowned, recalling how explicit the Truth questions had been earlier, and decisively chose Dare.
“Call the third male contact in your phone and confess your feelings,” the group dared.
As soon as the dare was dropped, cheers erupted.
Vrie raised an eyebrow and got up to grab her phone from the corner of the sofa. When she saw N’s message, surprise shed in her eyes, but she didn’t rush to reply.
Instead, she opened her contact list. To her surprise, her third male contact was Brandon.
Seeing her frown, the group exchanged curious nces.
“What’s with the hesitation? Is he an ex–boyfriend?”
“What nonsense! Zayn is right here! Don’t get yourself in trouble!”
“Hahaha, put it on speaker! I can’t wait to hear how this goes!”
Vrie pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment, then gritted her teeth and dialed.
The phone rang for a long time without being answered.
She felt a slight relief and asked the group, “No answer. Should I switch to a different-”
Before she could finish her sentence, the call connected.
“Ms. Weir, why are you calling me sote? Is there something you need?” Brandon asked.
Several people in the room recognized Brandon’s voice and exchanged nces. After all, they knew he had been pursuing Vrie for five years.
Taking a deep breath, Vrie slowly said, “Brandon, I like—”
Suddenly, a hand reached over and snatched the phone away, quickly ending the call.
All eyes in the room turned to Zayn, and someone couldn’t help but tease, “Zayn, what’s the meaning of this?”
Zayn smiled, looking at the speaker. “I just didn’t want to see my girlfriend confessing to another man. Is that a problem? I’ll take the punishment for her.”
He raised a full ss of alcohol and downed it in one go, then ced the ss back on the table. “It’s gettingte, and she has a curfew at home. We should get going. Charge the drinks to my tab. Have fun, everyone!”
It wasn’t until Zayn pulled Vrie out of the club and a cool breeze hit her that she realized what had just happened.
“Zayn, will that upset your friends?” she asked.
Zayn looked at her. Under the dim light, his expression grew even gentler. “Compared to you, nothing else matters.”
Vrie averted her gaze, looking down as she said, “It’s gettingte. Let’s head back.”
“I’ll give you a ride,” Zayn offered.
“Okay,” Vrie replied.
On the way back, she replied to N’s message.
Vrie: [I don’t know what’s going on between you two<b>, </b>so I can’t give you any advice. But I can say for sure that Damon loves you very much. He wouldn’t do anything to hurt you.]
Seeing the message, N bit her lip. She knew Damon cared for her, but she just couldn’t <b>get </b>over the fact that he had lied to her<b>. </b>
After all, it was unsettling when someone intentionally kept <b>secrets </b>from you.
Forcing herself not to think about it any longer, N put down her phone, closed her eyes, and tried to <b>sleep</b>. She had no idea how long it took, but she eventually fell asleep.