Love in Twilight novel (Clarissa and Damien)

Chapter 67



Chapter 67 Why Didn't You Discuss with Me Dannien sat in his office and thought about the abortion Incident.

Last night, Clarissa refused to let him touch her. Before that, she told Luke that she didn't want a child at all. She was meant to become an accountant and earn buckets of gold, after all. She told Damien that she said all that just to trick her brother. Now that he thought about it, that didn't seem to be the case.

She must have secretly gotten an abortion without him knowing,

Clarissa...!

Damien quickly used the company landline to dial Clarissa's desk phone.

"Come to my office!" His voice was so cold that it could freeze someone from inside out.

Clarissa was so exhausted. Plus, she was in the middle of calculating a hefty bill, so she couldn't bear to lose her focus. She tried to delay the meeting. "Can I go there later?" "Now!"

Feeling quite helpless, she could only ditch her work for the time being and headed to Damien's office. The moment Clarissa entered his office, Damien did his best to control the rage in his voice as he asked, "Did you get rid of the baby?"

That woke her up instantly. "What?!" Clarissa didn't know what he was talking about. "When I was away these few days, did you get an abortion?" Damien glared at Clarissa with murderous intent.

Clarissa frowned.' was never pregnant in the first place! Didn't I tell you this before?'

"I didn't get pregnant at all! I was lying to my brother that day!" she replied.

However, she suddenly noticed the thermos flask that was sitting on Damien's desk. It was made of stainless steel.

She thought, 'Who could've visited his office earlier? Could it be Madelynn? The reason she came to me in the first place was because she wanted me to abort this baby. Now that I've fulfilled her wish, wliy did she come here to tell Damien that I got an abortion?'

Madelynn was a brutal and two-faced person who could play both the good and bad cop.

Clarissa was no match for Madelynn's deviousness. She knew Damien would choose to believe Madelynn, no matter what Clarissa said.

After all, Madelynn was his first love.

In the end, Clarissa smiled coldly. "Whatever I say is useless, anyway. Fine. Since you think I got an abortion for real, then let's make it that way. Bye."

"Stop!" Damien suppressed his rage the best he could.

He stood up from his chair and approached Clarissa angrily. He forced her against the door so that she had nowhere to run.

Clarissa frowned, looking up at Damien in scar.

"Why did you abort the baby?!" Stark red eyes bore down at Clarissa. He was only ten centimeters from her. As expected, Madelynn could fan his emotions. Clarissa had never seen this side of Damien before "We'll be divorced sooner or later. Why shouldn't I get rid of the baby?" Stubbornness and determination flickered through Clarissa's eyes as she looked up, returning his gaze.

"Why didn't you discuss it with me?"

"I never told you I was pregnant in the first place so I can numb your heart. Since that's the case, why should I discuss my plans of abortion with you? How much are you paying me?" Clarissa asked in a checky tone, looking like the definition of cold-hearted. "How much do you want?" Damien glared holes into Clarissa's face as he squeezed out every word.

"Filty inillion dollars."

"Money transactions are the casiest! Good... Very good!" Damien sounded extremely furious, but at the same time he was eerily calm.

Clarissa suddenly laughed. "Things have already progressed to this point. Nothing you say will change the course of late. Our baby is gone."

"Go back to your dorm room tonight!" Damien roared. "I don't want to see you!" "Okay," Clarissa agreed.

Damien turned around and left. Meanwhile, Clarissa opened the door and sled.

While she walked, she kept thinking to hersell, 'I already told him that I'm not pregnant, but he refused to believe me no matter what. He got so angry at me over Madelynn's words. What kind of scumbag is he?! It's best if I return to my dorm. I don't want to be near him when he's this violent.'

Clarissa walked down the corridor quickly. The people who walked past her all muttered with each other, "She must have fought with Mr. Lawrence because of her selfish decision to get an abortion."

When Howard noticed Clarissa entering Damien's office earlier, he felt anxiety racking his nerves. After Clarissa got her abortion, he didn't give her a few days off to recuperate, so he was worried that Damien would blame him for that.

Soon, it would be his turn to enter Damien's office. When Clarissa saw Howard in the corridor, all she did was nod at him and say, "Hey." It was obvious that she and Damien had completely fallen out. Howard couldn't help but shiver in sear.

He knocked on Damien's office door.

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Coincidentally, the latter happened to be lighting a cigarette and leaning against his chair exasperatedly. This scene made Howard even more frightened, thus he didn't dare to say anything. "What is it? Speak now." Damien sounded very impatient. "M-Mr. Lawrence, w-well... Clarissa went to get... get an abortion earlier. After that, s-she didn't request a few days off, s-so I didn't give her a vacation. I... I think this is bad for her health, but I wasn't thinking that much back then, s-so please don't blame me," Howard stammered.

"How did you know she got an abortion?" "W-Well... After her surgery, she came back to the company and placed her report on the desk before going to the washroom. Someone saw it and told me..."

"Leave." Smoke had already started to fog up Damien's vision. If Clarissa's pregnancy was fake, why would she produce a report out of nowhere? That was completely unnecessary. "A-Are you okay, sir?" "Jus leave." Damien frowned angrily. Howard quickly lest after that. After the day was over, Damien didn't want to go home at all. He sat in his office on his own. Even after night fell, he had no intentions to switch or the lights in his office, nor did he want to leave.


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