"Selina Nathan... heh heh..." Damian Hawthorne chuckled softly, his gaze as deep as still water. "You've been by my side for so long using Cecilia Nathan's identity. What's your real goal?"
Cecilia's heart clenched, and she gave a bitter smile. "I don't have a goal, Damian. I never wanted to get anything from you. From the very beginning, all I ever wanted was to be by your side. That's it."
"Fine. Then come back to me now."
Damian Hawthorne's words left Cecilia speechless.
Damian Hawthorne grabbed Cecilia's hand and led her toward the stairwell.
Miles Sinclair started to follow, but his phone suddenly rang. He stopped in his tracks when he saw the caller ID.
"Hello..."
Miles Sinclair's tone was indifferent, but a hint of malice glinted in his eyes, making him seem like a completely different person from his usual gentle self.
