Davina has been waiting for Marcel's arrival for the past hour. Despite being off work today, she is dressed in semi-formal attire, specifically a white lace blow collar dress with a black ribbon. Due to Marcel's frequent abuse, Davina always wears stockings whenever she dons a short skirt to conceal her wounds. The only person who has seen her injuries in the past two years is Damian. A smile lights up Davina's face as she spots Marcel's car parked in front of the penthouse apartment building. Without needing any instructions, she confidently gets into Marcel's black car. "You look gorgeous today," Marcel compliments her. "You've only caught a glimpse of me. How can you make such a conclusion?" Davina responds indifferently. "Even without fully seeing you, you will always be beautiful," Marcel says, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. Throughout the journey, Davina and Marcel hardly exchange many words, consumed by their thoughts. Davina does not provoke Marcel's anger, fearing th
Damian drove the car aimlessly, unaware of where to search for Davina. As the rain poured down relentlessly, his concern for Davina grew. No matter how many times Damian dialed her number, she wouldn't answer."I have no idea where I am," Damian admitted, realizing he had become lost due to his reckless driving. Eventually, he found himself on a lonely road, surrounded solely by towering trees."Davina, where could you be? I hope you are safe if I can't locate you today," Damian murmured anxiously.Damian eased his foot off the accelerator as a figure caught his eye - a woman struggling to walk in the pouring rain. The familiar attire made Damian's heart race, and without hesitation, he pulled the car to a stop in front of her."Davina? Is that you?" Damian questioned, narrowing his gaze to ensure he wasn't mistaken.Indeed, the limping figure was none other than Davina. With swift strides, Damian closed the distance between them. His mind was concerned for her, neglecting even the th
Davina awoke with surprise, finding a fever pack affixed to her forehead. The medicine had cleared her mind, allowing her to think more clearly. She sat up and carefully removed the IV from the back of her hand.Making her way to the window, she opened the curtains, revealing the vast and luxurious room for the first time."Camille must regret divorcing Damian for someone asshole like Marcel," Davina admitted, captivated by the room's exquisite interior design.To her astonishment, the door swung open, and Damian entered, equally taken aback by Davina standing as if nothing had happened."Are you awake? How are you? Are you okay?" Damian approached Davina, concerned."I'm fine. Thank you for caring for me," Davina replied, embarrassed that Damian had witnessed her at her lowest."Don't stand up. You're not stable yet. Let's sit down," Damian guided Davina to the sofa.Davina realized her legs were severely bruised and struggled to walk properly. Suddenly, Damian moved her leg onto his
"How long have you been observing me?"Damian was genuinely curious."Why are you so confident that I observe you?" Davina attempted to evade the question."Your previous words give it away," Damian replied."We didn't know each other before, so why would I have noticed you? I meant your presence at the divorce court," Davina tried to cover up her previous lie by pretending to focus on finishing her food.Damian ceased questioning, realizing that Davina was not ready to answer that one. Had he asked too many questions today?Seeing that Davina had finished her breakfast, Damian signaled to the maid to clear away the food and cutlery."Is this outfit Camille's?" Davina looked at the nightgown she was wearing, clearly uncomfortable. The cowl neck slip nightdress made of satin overexposed of Davina's body. Over the past two years, Damian had always worn long clothes covering his arms and legs."That belongs to my stepmother. It seems she doesn't own normal pajamas. Camille never knew about
Damian allowed his living room to be a meeting place for the lawyer and client. Through the one-way glass, Damian observed Davina's efforts to maintain a professional demeanor as she completed her work despite her poor health. Davina refrained from wearing any makeup, needing more energy to do so. Instead, she used Damian's lip moisturizer to alleviate her dry lips.Suddenly, a chill ran down Damian's spine as he noticed Nick standing behind him, staring at him intensely. "I never thought there would come a day when you take time off for a woman," Nick remarked coldly."Haven't I explained the situation to you? I found Davina unconscious and injured. I have no idea how many kilometers she walked in the rain while injured," Damian explained the situation to Nick."I also don't know how long Davina has been enduring all this hardship because of Marcel and Camille. We've already drafted the marriage agreement. That's why this revenge has to succeed. Davina and I cannot fail," Damian's de
"You need not worry about such matters," Davina icily responded to Damian's concerns.Davina's unfriendly reply took Damian aback. Damian had never realized that discussing her parents would be such a sensitive topic.Davina's head throbbed even more as she thought about Anna's condition in the hospital, and Damian noticed this."Let's go to the hospital. We should have a comprehensive health checkup. I'm concerned about the possibility of a bone fracture or something," Damian suggested, unable to hide his worry.Davina weakly shook her head."It's unnecessary. This is nothing new for me. It's just the first time I can't walk. It's also my fault, as I kicked Marcel first."Realizing that Davina's deteriorating condition, she quickly returned to her room. Realizing that something was seriously wrong, Damian swiftly caught Davina just as she nearly collapsed."Davina?" Damian repeatedly patted Davina's cheek, attempting to wake her up.Damian felt the heat emanating from her smooth skin
Davina stared at Nick in disbelief, unable to comprehend what she had just heard. "We barely know each other. How dare you say such things to me?" Before Nick could respond, Davina spoke again, her voice filled with frustration. "Aren't you supposed to be Damian's closest confidant? Shouldn't you be by his side? How can you say something like this?" "I am saying this because I am the closest person to Damian," Nick replied calmly. "That doesn't make any sense. What kind of people has Damian been surrounding himself with? I always knew you weren't friendly, but now I realize you're ridiculous," Davina retorted. Their argument grew more heated, and Davina could feel anger coursing through her body. Nick had managed to provoke her early in the morning, and she was no longer feeling frail. "And what does that have to do with you? Our marriage doesn't concern you. Damian and I used each other, so there's nothing for anyone to lose in this situation." Davina couldn't understand Nick's w
"Is Marcel trying to kill you?" "Don't worry. Marcel may dare to hurt me, but he won't kill me." Damian's tone unconsciously rose as he asked, "How can you be so confident?" He found Davina's trust in Marcel to be the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard, especially after what had happened to her. "Do you trust me?" Davina turned to Damian, their eyes locked in stunned silence. "I'm trying to trust you," Damian replied cautiously, causing Davina to avert her gaze. She knew that Damian's answer implied he didn't fully trust her. It was understandable, considering their history and that they had only known each other since she became involved in Damian and Camille's divorce. "What about you, do you trust me?" Damian asked, noticing Davina's disappointment. "I've been trying to trust you since I agreed to this revenge marriage," Davina confessed before quickly adding, "You need to go to sleep if you want to accompany me for the medical check-up." Damian sighed, feeling the des