When Love Is a Lie

en slapped Rachel earlier

Whitney had gripped Jenny by the cellar, threatening her. She even

Noel had never thought of Whitney as a weak or docile person, but this was the first the had seen her

strike back was like a little wild car that had been bullied for too long and finally showed its sharp claws.

Whitney glanced atmund nervously, making sure one would catch sight of them. The distance between

them was enough to raise suspicion if anyone happened

to walk in

“I'm not someone who lets others badly me. | may tolerate it once or twice, but | won’t keep retreating,”

whitney said, taking a few steps bark.

Noel continued to move closer. He leaned forward slightly and whispered inherrar, “I’ve bullied you more

than twice, and you never fought back should be

The thought of his sudden kisses, and what happened earlier in the balding, when he took her into a room

without anyone around, flashed through hermind Whitney immediately understand his implication

Hercheels flushed under the warmth of his breath

“Step it the lowered her voice and tamed her face to the side as she stepped away from him.

Neel now seemed like a dangerous man. He was constantly leading her to the edge of a cliff, making her

feel the thrill of the danger.

At that moment, a maid entered the living room to clean Seeing them, the maid didn’t notice anything

unnal and pectfully greeted, ”

“Mr. Howard, Ms

seeing the maid, Whitney cleared here that and pretended to look for something, since you haven't seen

I'll go search elsewhere.”

she quickly led the room.

Damian was in his study at Grand Maner when Rachel quietly pushed open the door.

“You're getting bolder, Damian said, lifting his gare from the computer.

“I've missed you so much, Uncle bamian, a | so has the baby,” Rachel said, sitting on his lap and taking his hand,

placing it on her abdomen.

“It’s only been three or four weeks. What do you wantto touch?” His voice was cold. He was about to

withdraw his hand when Rachel pulled it up.

“I don’t kuw what's going on, but my heart is beating so fast Uncle Damian, do you feel it? Rachel's gaze was

filled with unspoken meaning, and her gaze was suggestive.

Ever since Damian realized that his feelings for Whitney were different from before, he hadn't been intimate with

Rachel for quite stime.

He had all this pent-up energy and nowhere to vent it. After bring so abstinent for so long, he found himself

igniting at the slightest spark.

He still had to consider Rachel's pregnancy, so he knew he had to hold back

There was a bathroom in the study, so Damian went to take a shower after they were done.

Rachel glanced at the bathroom and then picked up his phone from the desk. She tried several times, but the

password didn’t work. She wanted to see the photos jenny mentioned, but no matter what she tried, she

mouldn’t unlock the phone

*#*What are you doing?” Damian's cold voice cfrom behind her

Rachel hadn't noticed when the sound of water stopped or when he cout of the bathroom as she had been

too focused. Startled, she dropped the phone with a

loud thus onto the desk.

| wasn’t doing anything, Your phone showed a low battery alert, so i was just trying to change it.”

Shkeit all too well-Damian was no longer the man who loved her. She had seen the ruthless side of him before.

Damian was already dressed and slowly walked toward her.

He suddenly grabbed her chin and lifted her fare. “I don’t like liars,” he said, his gaze sharp and dangerous

Whether it was from fear or the earlier intimacy, Rachel's legs wobbled, and the nearly collapsed. Thankfully, she

managed to steady herself by going the desk

behind her

| heard Jenny say you have photos of Whitney with another man on your phone. | just wanted to see the photos.”

She couldn't lie anymore as she knew how angry Damian could get..

He released herchin, then gently stroked her abdomen. “There are no photos. Mind your own business. If a

pregnant woman woes too much, she might risk. losing her baby.”

It sounded like advice, but Rachel felt an icy chill crawl down her spine. She trembled as she whispered, “I

understand.

Rachel didn’t dare stay longer. Keeping her head down, she hurried toward the door.

When she reached the door, Damian said again, “Pack your things. I'll amange for you to stay somewhere

else soon.”

Rachel understood. He was afraid that if she stayed here any longer, someone might notice the signs of her

pregnancy. But once she moved out, sering Damian wouldn’t be as easy. He had already stopped allowing

her to visit his villa.

She had given so much and loved him deeply, and now, she was being hidden away. Even though she was

pregnant, she couldn’t enjoy the treatment she thought she deserved.

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all of this was because of that woman, Whitney!

That evening, Whitney moved into Damian’s bedroom. It was a spacious suite with a large bedroom and a

separate sitting area, featuring a wide, comfortable

1 just grabbed a blanket when Damian entered the room. “Are you planning to sleep

sleep on the couch?“1 he asked.

“Tilleave the bed for you. I still have work to do, so the couch is fine for me.”

“The maids will clean the room. If they see the blanket on the couch, they might jump to conclusions.”

Whitney lifted her gaze, her expression cold. “I’m already being cooperative. Don’t push it.”

Damian slid his hands into his pockets. “It’s only natural for a married couple to sleep on the sbed. Do

you want the maids to think we’re having problems and spread numors to Grandpa?”