Chapter 22: "Going to Cum, Swallow it"
The wall of the adjacent room was not very thick, or rather, the soundproofing in this villa had never been this poor. Soon, muffled noises drifted from the master bedroom next door.
Evelyn curled up on the cold, silky sheets, burying her head in the pillow, trying to block out the nauseating, sticky sounds.
First, there were suppressed, wet, sucking noises, followed by Damian's heavy panting.
“Oh... baby, you are so good... yes, just like that... I am going to come, swallow it...”
Evelyn's stomach churned violently. She desperately bit the back of her hand, leaving deep teeth marks on her skin. The metallic taste of blood spread in her mouth, barely suppressing the wave of nausea.
“After the child is born,” Damian’s voice became clearer, “I will get you the biggest house in Beverly Hills, and any jewelry you want. You deserve the best, Sienna.”
“Mmm, darling... your cock is so big and thick, my small mouth can barely take it all...” Sienna’s deliberately high-pitched tone pierced Evelyn’s eardrums with precision.
The next day, Damian left early. Evelyn was awakened by hunger, but she did not want to leave the room for a single step. She knew that the moment she stepped out, she would see Sienna’s face.
A little later, a knock came at the door. A maid entered, carrying a tray with a bowl of steaming cream mushroom soup.
“Madam, this was specially instructed by Miss Sienna for the kitchen to prepare for you.” The maid lowered her head, avoiding Evelyn’s eyes. “She said you need to supplement your nutrition.”
Evelyn’s gaze fell on the bowl of soup, and she gave a cold internal laugh. Sienna, being this kind? Only if the sun rose in the west.
“Just leave it,” she said indifferently.
The maid sighed in relief, put down the tray, and quickly backed out.
Evelyn did not touch the bowl of soup. She just sat there, watching the soup slowly cool down from steaming hot. Just as she was about to ask the maid to take it away, a faint, bitter chemical smell, distinct from food, drifted into her nostrils.
Her heart suddenly sank.
“Evelyn, why are you not drinking it? Is it not to your liking?” Sienna was leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, smiling as she looked at her. “I prepared this specially for you. It is good for the baby.” She emphasized the word “baby” particularly heavily.
How could she know?!
Evelyn looked up, her gaze icy. “Take it away. I do not want to drink it.”
“Do not be so rude, now.” Sienna walked in, the feigned look of concern on her face making Evelyn want to vomit. “You must drink it, for the baby, and for... yourself.”
Seeing that Evelyn still did not move, Sienna’s patience ran out. The smile on her face instantly vanished, replaced by a trace of cruelty.
She shouted towards the door: “You two, come in! Hold her down and force the soup down her throat!”
Two maids walked in, their faces filled with distress. “Miss Sienna...”
“Stop talking nonsense! Do you want to be fired?” Sienna snapped angrily.
The maids exchanged a look and had no choice but to brace themselves and walk towards Evelyn. Evelyn suddenly stood up, her entire body boiling with fear and fury. She absolutely could not let them succeed! There was definitely something in this soup!
“Get away!” she screamed, fighting back with all her strength. In the chaotic struggle, Evelyn’s arm violently struck the nightstand. The bowl of soup on the tray instantly tipped over, shattering into pieces on the expensive carpet.
The soup splattered everywhere, and the strange chemical smell immediately intensified.
Just then, the main door was pushed open, and Damian’s figure appeared in the doorway.
Sienna’s eyes instantly turned red with tears. She hid behind Damian, her voice trembling, “Damian... I only wanted Evelyn to drink the soup out of kindness, and she... she hit me... and said I was not worthy to carry your child...”
Damian looked at the mess on the floor and the trembling Sienna, and his rage shot to his head. His eyes swept over the floor’s chaos and the shivering Sienna, finally resting on the disheveled, heavily breathing Evelyn. His expression was devoid of any warmth, holding only disgust and anger.
“What the hell are you playing at!” He pointed at Evelyn. “From now on, no one is allowed to give her food! When she admits her mistake and apologizes to Sienna, only then can she eat!”
“Clean this up,” he ordered the nearby maid.
Then, he walked to Sienna and gently helped her up. “There, there, baby, do not cry. It is not worth getting upset over a crazy woman like this.”
“Tell me, what do you want? Anything, just ask.”
Sienna looked up at him through tear-filled eyes, but her gaze went over his shoulder, casting a victorious, provocative glance at Evelyn. She spoke with a choked voice, yet her words clearly carried throughout the room.
“Damian... I want... I want the wedding dress Evelyn wore when we got married... I always thought that dress was so beautiful...”
“But that dress is old now. I can get you a newer, more beautiful one,” Damian gently stroked Sienna’s head, comforting her.
“But I only like that one...”
Damian did not hesitate for a moment. “Fine, I will have someone bring it to you.”
Evelyn’s blood instantly froze. She rushed over. “Damian, you cannot... that wedding dress...”
“Shut up!” Damian shook her off in disgust. “You selfish woman, you still do not know what you did wrong!”
Damian swung his arm, and the force pushed Evelyn back two steps, where she hit the wall. She mumbled, “Damian, that wedding dress... Professor Hays designed it for me personally. There is only one in the world.”
That was not just a wedding dress. It was her youth, her love, the sole witness to her giving up her entire career in design and willingly entering the marriage.
“So what?” Damian’s face showed only impatience. He tightened his embrace around Sienna. “It is just a dress. You do not deserve it anymore.”
Sienna looked up in his arms. On her tear-stained face, she gave Evelyn a silent, triumphant smile. The smile was like a sharp dagger, accurately plunging into the softest part of Evelyn’s heart.