Love in Twilight

Chapter 543 He Was Still Sleeping

“So, what’s this about? Why do you have to tell me without Neil around?” Damien asked.

“An old man came to the university to look for me today, and he told me something that I absolutely

have to tell you,” Clarissa said. She bit her lip.

“I’m all ears.”

She told him everything George had told her. When the story had first started, Clarissa felt like it was a

horror story. Now that she was retelling it to Damien, she subconsciously resonated with the story. As

she got to the part about her mother being banished to the attic and having her own daughter taken

away by Iris, she burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably.

Her parentage had always been a mystery, and now, she knew the truth.

By the time she was done telling Damien, it was already the middle of the night. Her throat was hoarse

from talking and crying.

She buried her face in her knees and avoided Damien’s gaze.

Perhaps she felt embarrassed at him seeing her crying.

“Frank again?” Unexpectedly, this was the point Damien had picked up on.

“George wants me to go to Lotharia with him,” Clarissa said.

It was obvious she had avoided mentioning that George was Seth’s father.

To her surprise, Damien wasn’t shocked. He wasn’t even agitated.

Clarissa looked up at him.

“You’re not allowed to go to Lotharia!” he said.

“Why?” She was exhausted from crying, and had snuggled up under the covers.

If she had known that he would be so strongly against this, she wouldn’t have told him.

Whenever he disallowed her from doing anything, it would be hard for her to change his mind.

“You can’t get caught up in this mess.”

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Damien suddenly leaned down and kissed her. He traced her curves.

“Is twenty billion a lot? I definitely have that much money,” he said seductively. His lips trailed from her

lips to her ear, making Clarissa melt. His actions made her swallow her words, and his fingers

continued to travel over her body.

Clarissa panted. “You know very well I’m not doing this for money. I just want to see my biological

mother, a woman related to me by blood. She’s lost her mind, and she’s still locked up.”

“You can’t go!” He kissed her hard.

Clarissa didn’t say anything else. Her body was weak from his seduction.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned his kiss.

She knew Damien was in truth worried about her getting into danger. After all, Iris was in Lotharia now.

How was she going to get there undetected? Moreover, Iris had committed so many crimes. It was

possible that Clarissa wouldn’t even get to see her mother once she stepped into Lotharia.

For Damien, he found it ridiculous to be talking about how much Clarissa loved her mother when she

hadn’t even seen the woman once. So what if they were related by blood?

Though Clarissa didn’t want to give in, she couldn’t think of any alternatives.

The next day, she woke up in Damien’s arms again.

She was lying on one of his arms while the other was wrapped around her. The moment she opened

her eyes, she felt like she was in a warm furnace. She didn’t want to leave this embrace at all.

Clarissa saw that Damien was still asleep.

Up close, she could see how long his eyelashes were. His lips were thin, and his skin was taut. He

didn’t look like he was thirty-six at all. People would definitely believe her if she were to say that he was

in his late twenties.

She reached out to touch his lashes. He still didn’t wake up.