Chapter 19
The blinding morning light pierced through the gaps in the expensive velvet curtains, waking Damian from his restless sleep.
As he opened his eyes, Damian inexplicably recalled last night's kiss. The passionate scenes replayed in his mind over and over.
Sitting up in bed, Damian felt the tension from a poor night's sleep, a vein throbbing faintly at his temple.
He got up and pulled open the heavy curtains, letting the harsh sunlight flood the entire bedroom.
After washing up and getting dressed, he opened the door and walked out.
As he stepped out of the bedroom, his eyes instinctively glanced at the sofa in the downstairs living room.
But the sofa was empty. Only the housekeeper was cleaning, and the long dining table was already set with a delicate breakfast.
The silverware gleamed coldly in the morning light. The air was filled with the aroma of food, but only one set of utensils was placed at the head of the table.
Damian walked downstairs and sat at the table, looking at the set of utensils in front of him.
His well-defined fingers picked up a warm, damp towel and began to wipe his hands slowly and methodically.
Mary stood quietly by his side.
"Call her down for breakfast," Damian said, his voice calm and emotionless.
Mary hesitated for a moment before replying respectfully, "Mr. Wolfe, Miss Donovan has already left."
The wiping motion paused almost imperceptibly. Damian looked up at Mary. "When did this happen?"
Mary's voice lowered further. "It must have been last night. When I got up this morning, she was already gone."
She paused. "Do you need me to check the security footage to confirm when Miss Donovan left?"
Damian casually tossed the towel onto the table.
"No need," he said.
He then began to eat, his movements still elegant and composed, as if the earlier inquiry had been a mere afterthought.
After finishing breakfast, Damian set down his knife and fork and picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth.
"Mary," he called.
"Yes, Mr. Wolfe?"
"Pack up her things," Damian's gaze shifted towards the guest room on the second floor. "I'll take them with me later."
Mary looked at Damian, momentarily stunned.
'Mr. Wolfe is going to personally return Miss Donovan's belongings?'
Though puzzled, she didn't ask further questions and simply replied, "Yes, Mr. Wolfe."
Mary immediately turned and went to the guest room on the second floor.
Damian walked to the large floor-to-ceiling window in the living room, his back to the staircase, looking out at the meticulously maintained garden.
His fingers unconsciously rubbed together lightly.
He was waiting.
It wasn't long before he heard Mary's footsteps behind him. Damian didn't turn around.
"Mr. Wolfe," Mary's voice carried a hint of hesitation, "Miss Donovan's things have all been packed and taken away. There's nothing of hers left in the guest room."
Damian didn't respond, his mouth twitching downward in a barely noticeable frown, a subtle sign of displeasure.
He didn't ask any more questions or make any further comments, simply shifting his gaze indifferently. "I see."
With that, Damian walked out and got into the car that had been waiting for him.
The invisible tension seemed to lower the temperature in the living room by several degrees.
The driver stopped at the entrance of Celestia University.
After getting out of the car, Damian headed towards the building where the general education classes were held.
Entering the classroom, his eyes scanned the room until they landed on Ethan.
She hadn't come to save a seat for Ethan today.
Everyone in the classroom was looking at Damian, including Ethan.
When Ethan saw Damian looking his way, he smiled in surprise and raised his hand to greet him, but Damian had already looked away.
Ethan's hand awkwardly froze in mid-air before he slowly lowered it.
Throughout the entire class, Damian didn't hear a single word. He propped his chin on one hand, spinning a pen with his other fingers, his gaze unfocused.
His mind was filled with last night's intimacy.
Her shirt lifted to her thighs, those smooth, pale legs, her body pressed against his chest, her moist, full lips.
Damian's eyes darkened, his expression growing more somber.
He was resistant to Grace's calculated approach, yet he couldn't resist her.
Growing increasingly agitated, Damian gripped the spinning pen tightly, his gaze deepening.
When the class finally ended, he got up and left the classroom with long strides.
Outside the girls' dormitory at Celestia University.
Damian stood there, looking up at the building.
Many passing students glanced his way. He wore a simple white T-shirt, yet he still exuded an air of sophistication that clashed with the campus environment.
Just standing there, he was a striking sight.
His patience was wearing thin as he waited, his irritation building. Finally, that familiar figure appeared.
Grace, carrying a canvas bag, was chatting with her roommate Mia as they walked out of the dorm.
Her face still looked a bit pale, but she seemed in better spirits than last night.
Damian took a long stride towards her, his steps purposeful and imposing.
Almost simultaneously, Grace saw him. Her steps halted abruptly, her smile freezing before turning into panic.
Her usually bright eyes widened, clearly reflecting Damian's figure.
"Grace?" Mia noticed her reaction and followed her gaze, also startled.
Before Damian could get close enough to speak, Grace quickly lowered her head and turned back towards the dorm, almost running. She moved so fast that her canvas bag nearly slipped off.
Damian's steps came to a sudden halt, just about 20 feet from where they had been.
He watched Grace's panicked retreat, his expression darkening to the point of being stormy.
Avoiding him?
Damian let out a short, angry laugh.
Last night she had used every trick in the book to seduce him, and now she was pretending not to know him.
He pulled out his phone and called her directly.
On the other side.
Grace had just run back to her dorm, leaning against the door, panting heavily.
Before she could catch her breath, her phone rang.
Grace pulled out her phone and saw Damian's name on the screen, her body tensing.
She immediately hung up!
Even now, her back still hurt from where Damian had thrown her.
Her lips also hurt from where Damian had bitten her.
"Grace, what's going on?" Amy, one of her roommates, asked in confusion. "Weren't you two going to the library?"
"Who knows," Mia said, following Grace into the room. "We had just stepped out when we saw the famous Damian. It scared me."
"Then Grace saw him and turned around to run. I don't know what happened, so I just followed her back."
Mia looked at Grace. "Grace, what's going on with you and Damian?"
As soon as she finished speaking, everyone in the room turned to look at Grace, their faces full of curiosity.
After all, it was Damian!
"Nothing," Grace immediately denied, waving her hands quickly. "There's nothing between us."