NovelEnglishChapter 117 Damian, Are You Crazy A few words from Damian had knocked her back into reality, making her ask to keep a distance from Noel, Noel agreed, but now, she couldn't handle it. Her eyes welled up with tears over just a few words Whitney stopped in her tracks but didn't tum around. "You're right. Everything is my fault. From now on, besides work, let's pretend we don't know each other." With that, she took a step forward and headed downstairs, Noel stood with his back to her, listening to the sound of her hurried footsteps. His eyes darkened with a storm brewing behind them.
Across the street, Damian looked up and directed his gaze at him. The distance between them was too far to read their expressions, but their gazes met in a silent. battle as tension lingered in the space between them.
It didn't take long before Whitney appeared in his line of sight.
The wind blew her coat wide open as her long, dark hair flew in the air as she made her way toward the rar When she was close enough, Damian opened the passenger door for her.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtThey both got in, and the Maybach drove off. Once the car disappeared from view, Noel tumed and made his way downstairs.
Inside the cat, Damian glanced at Whitney briefly, a smile lingering at the comer of his lips. "Let's grab something to eat. What do you want? Whitney kept her gaze on the window, staring at the flowers blooming in the greenbelt. “Rachel is three weeks pregnant. Aren't you going to be with her?" she asked, her tone devoid of emotion.
Damian's smule faltered for a moment as he didn't know how to respond.
Whitney finally turned her gaze from the window and looked at him calmly, "She's pregnant. You should give her a proper position. After all, she's carrying the Howards' bloodline. If you don't want to tell Grandpa, I can help you keep it a secret for a while." et the trognition she Rachel was pregnant, and it was Damian's child. Given the significance of this child to the Howard family, Rachel would eventually ger deserved Whitney was prepared to gracefully step aside, but it couldn't happen too soon.
After all, Rachel was the adopted great-granddaughter of the Howards, and the situation with Damian was awkward. The family would not easily accept her as Damian's wife. This was why Whitney hadn't exposed it right away.
Damian's jaw tightened, his smile fading. "You're still thinking about breaking off the engagement?" "Reality is staring us in the face. Even if we forced ourselves to marry, we wouldn't have children. Your mother wouldn't approve, and she'd make sure we get divorced. Why insist on this?" Whitney laid everything out for him, sure that he could understand. Besides, Emily had never been fond of her. If they didn't have children, divorce was inevitable sooner or later to a stop at a red Damian had already driven into the city, and the car cto a stop at a red light.
"Who says we won't have children?" His tone was firm, without a hint of doubt Whitney frowned. She wondered if he didn't understand what she meant. She would never have childern for him. The next moment, he said again, "Once Rachel has the baby, I'll leave it under your care." Whitney's eyes widened in shock. "You expectto raise her child? Are you crazy? "I won't let the Howard family know she's pregnant. After a while, I'll arrange for her to go somewhere else, by the twe get married, I'll amounce you're pregnant too. If you don't want to carry the child, no problem. Once she gives birth, you'll be the chalil's biological mother." Damian's voice was low and hoarse as he laid out his entice plan.
Whitney stared at him as if he had lost his mind. "Do you even hear yourself? Damian, are you crazy?" He was willing to go this fast to prevent their marriage from being affected.
"Do you think with the 10% of Howard Group's shares, you can avoid your father's pressure? Damian looked at her, a sinister smile creeping across his face.
Whitney tensed, her heart racing for a moment.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThe medicine for your mother's treatment is with Professor Morris. Without my permission, he won't give it to you." Her hand gripped the seat belt tighter, her slender fingers turning white. She felt as if she might snap the seatbelt in two any second. "You're despicable!"
Damian laughed. "Despicable or shameless, it doesn't matter. You're mine. In three weeks, we'll be getting married. Stop thinking about escaping-it won't work. Whitney's chest heaved as she glared at him. She was unable to believe that every plan she had made had been easily seen through and thwarted.
It felt as though she was caught in an invisible web. No matter which direction she nam, she would end up trapped and unable to escape. The web followed her, unyielding and impossible to break free from, leaving her with a sense of deep despair.
Damian gently touched her cheek, his gaze soft and full of affection.
"Whitney, can we go back to how we in were before? Y'll never ignore you again." Whitney recalled in disgust and wiped her face with her sleeve. "Does Rachel know about this?"
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