Chapter <b>793 </b>
Damon stiffened and averted his gaze. “It’s nothing.”
“Is your arm still hurting?” N asked, trying to look at Damon’s arm, but he turned away.
He dismissed her concern. “It’s fine. Let’s get ready for dinner.”
He didn’t even nce at N as he walked past her toward the dining room.
N frowned, sensing something was off about his attitude. She thought back and realized his demeanor had changed after she returned to the car from the pharmacy.
Could it be because she hadn’t mentioned Ruby to him? Was he sulking?
During dinner, Damon spoke only to Mason, ignoring N unless she initiated the conversation.
After dinner, seeing Damon head toward the study, N quickly followed him.
“Damon, wait! I need to talk to you,” she called out.
His tone was somewhat cold when he replied, “What is it?”
N looked up at him. “Are you upset with me?”
Damon avoided her gaze. “No.”
“If that’s true,
then why were you only talking to Buddy at dinner?” she pressed.
“You’re overthinking it,” Damon replied dismissively.
Displeasure shed in N’s eyes. “If you’re unhappy about something, spill it. Keeping it to yourself will only upset you and sabotage our rtionship.”
“It’s really nothing,” Damon insisted.
Noticing his indifferent expression, N felt a surge of frustration.
“You always do this, keeping everything to yourself. How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking?” Her voice rose slightly, tinged with hurt.
Damon frowned, seeming to realize he might be in the wrong.
He sighed and pulled N closer. “Don’t be mad. I just… I saw you talking to another guy and asked what you said, but you wouldn’t tell me, so I felt a little jealous.”
N widened her eyes. “Is that really why? You’re being so petty.”
Damon chuckled helplessly. “I know, I shouldn’t have reacted that way. It won’t happen again.”
Most of N’s anger faded at his sincerity. She retorted, “Who told you that delivery person
as a man?”
Damon frowned. “If <b>it </b>wasn’t <b>a </b>guy, then was it.”
Then, he seemed to realize something, his brows furrowing even more. “Wait, that delivery person was a woman?”
N nodded. “Yeah, and I know her.
Damon was speechless. He hadn’t expected to be sulking over a woman.
Unable to help herself, Nughed at him. “<b>Your </b>possessiveness is a bit much, don’t you think? I was just talking to someone else for a minute, and you’re all jealous.”
A hint of guilt shed in Damon’s eyes as he rubbed his nose. “That’s because when I asked you<i>, </i>you were so vague about it. You kept spacing out afterward, making me think you were hiding something.”
“Are girly conversations even appropriate for you?” N asked.
Damon looked sheepish, not saying anything else.
Just when the atmosphere between them became a bit more rxed, N’s phone rang unexpectedly.
As soon as she answered, Vrie’s slightly downcast voice came through. “N, can youe keep mepany?”
Surprised, N asked, “Vrie, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”
Vrie was silent for a few seconds before giving her the name of a bar and saying she would wait for N there before hanging up.
N put her phone away and told Damon, “I don’t know what’s going on with Vrie. She’s at a bar, and I need to go check on her.”
Damon picked up the car keys and said, “I’ll take you there.”
Worried that Vrie might get into trouble at the bar, N nodded. “Okay.”
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By the time they arrived at the bar, an hour had passed.
When they found Vrie, she was already a bit dazed and being hit on by a drunken man. N stepped forward and swatted the man’s hand away from Vrie.
“Stay away from her!” she warned.
The man, his face flushed with alcohol, turned angrily to face her. When he saw how Belonging to N?velDrama.Org.
beautiful she was, his eyes lit up. “Hey, gorgeous,
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Before he could finish his sentence, a chilling voice came from behind him. “Touch her, and you’ll regret it!”
The man turned to meet Damon’s icy gaze. He shuddered, sobering up a little.
Noticing Damon’s distinguished appearance, the man awkwardly smiled. “Sorry, I mistook her for someone else.”
He quickly turned and left, clearly eager to avoid Damon.
N supported the dazed Vrie, who was nearly unable to stand. “Vrie, what happened? Why did you drink so much?”
Vrie looked up with bleary eyes and recognized N. She smiled and greeted her, “N, you’re here…”
“I’m taking you home,” N said.
“No… I don’t want to go back. I’m not drunk! I can still drink! Let’s keep going…” Vrie slurred.
She struggled to get up and reach for an empty ss on the bar, but the room kept spinning, and she couldn’t grab it no matter how many times she tried. .
“Hey… why is this ss moving…” she mumbled.
“You’re drunk. Let’s go home,” N coaxed.
“I’m not drunk!” Vrie insisted stubbornly.
N didn’t want to argue with someone who was intoxicated. Thus, she nodded and yed along, “Okay, okay, you’re not drunk. It’s too noisy here. Let’s go back and drink together. I’ll drink with you until you’ve had enough!”
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“You promised… hic… that!” Vrie eximed
“Yep<b>, </b>no stopping until dawn,” N cated.
Finally, Vrie relented and allowed N to lead her <b>out </b><b>of </b>the <b>bar</b>.
As they stepped outside, a cold wind blew, and Vrie shivered.
N took off her jacket and draped it over her.
In the next moment, she felt another jacket being ced on herself. A surge of warmth filled her as she inhaled Damon’s scent of pine.
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N helped Vrie toward the parking lot. Once they were in the car, she fastened Vrie’s seatbelt. Just as she was about to close the door, Vrie started iling her arms and legs, screaming, “Help! I’m being choked! Let me go! Who’s trying to hurt me…‘ Watching Vrie twist and turn in panic, N was speechless. She pressed Vrie down gently, reassuring her, “Vrie, it’s just the seatbelt, not a rope.”
“I don’t care! It feels like a rope! Waaa… N, are you trying to hurt me…” Vrie cried. N was dumbfounded. She turned to Damon and said, “I’ll sit in the back to take care of her.”
“Okay,” Damon replied.
N climbed into the back seat andforted Vrie until she finally calmed down.
“Should I take her back to the Weirs?” Damon’s deep voice came from the front seat.
N pursed her lips as she considered his question. “If we go back now, her parents will definitely worry. Let’s have her stay with us tonight, and she can go back tomorrow when she’s sober.”
Damon nodded. “Okay.<i>” </i>
By the time they returned to the vi, Vrie had already fallen asleep.
N and Lydia helped her to the guest room on the first floor.
“Ms. Kinsey, I’ll make some soup,” Lydia said.
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