"Damian Hawthorne, don't talk nonsense." Cecilia Nathan frowned. "Hugo Grant and I are just friends. Don't make us sound so sordid."
"Sordid?" Damian Hawthorne leaned in, a roguish grin on his face. "The moment you moved out, he said he was going to pursue you. You two linked up so quickly. Am I the one with the sordid thoughts, or have you two had some unspeakable secret between you all along?"
"Damian Hawthorne!" Cecilia Nathan's eyes went wide, and she clenched her jaw. "You can insult me, but please, don't drag other people into this."
Damian Hawthorne's lips curved in a knowing smile. "Hitting a nerve, am I?"
At the thought of Cecilia Nathan getting together with Hugo Grant, Damian Hawthorne's fingers tightened into a fist.
He was only just now realizing that over the years Cecilia Nathan had pursued him, he had gradually grown accustomed to having her by his side.
Sometimes, he would even find himself in a daze, feeling as if Luna were right there with him.
