The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 157 - 154

Chapter 157: Chapter 154

I walked to the underground garage of the building and just got to my car when I saw Damon emerging from the shadows in the corner.

Was he waiting for me on purpose?

I quickly opened the car door to get in, but Damon blocked my way. He didn’t look too happy, "Are you avoiding me?"

"Mr. Coleman, I’m not avoiding you. I just don’t think we need to acknowledge each other, or keep in touch", I answered calmly, giving up on getting in the car.

"Why did you go to the Chemical Plant then? Why did you call the police?" Damon’s voice was steady, with a firm tone, "You’re lying to yourself"

"What’s wrong with me calling the police? I just wanted to help out of kindness. Even if the construction site wasn’t yours, Coleman Co. I would still have called the police. I can’t stand seeing good, hard working people bullied by bad guys. Got a problem with that?" I retorted.

A small act of kindness and Coleman Co. actually took the trouble to investigate. I was surprised.

The lighting in the underground parking lot wasn’t very bright. Although Damon and I were standing close, I couldn’t quite make out his expression.

After a moment of silence, I pushed Damon away, "Move, I need to get in the car"

Damon stood there like a wall, not budging an inch.

I lost my temper instantly and shouted, "Damon, get out of the way!"

My words, of course, had no effect. Damon not only didn’t move but closed my car door again.

I gave him an angry kick, "Damon, what’s your problem? It’s been two years, why are you still bothering me?"

"Luna said you have a foreign boyfriend. Is that Noah?" Damon seemed to not understand my words, instead began questioning me, "Or did you find one abroad and planning to get another one here?"

I seriously wondered if Damon had gone crazy these past two years, why else would he say such things?

But Luna was indeed a sly one, especially good at "stirring up trouble" for her friends.

"Mr. Coleman, you have no right, no place to ask me these questions, right?" I snorted, ready to continue speaking when Damon suddenly embraced me.

His strong arms held me tightly, a mix of familiar and strange tobacco smell mixed with a faint fragrance entered my nose, and I was momentarily dazed. The next second, I came back to my senses, trying hard to push Damon away.

"Get in the car, someone is taking pictures," Damon’s deep voice sounded in my ear, "You don’t want to be linked with your ex–husband as soon as you return home, do you?"

I loosened my resisting hand, instinctively wanting to turn around and see who was taking pictures, but Damon quickly held my head down.

"Do you want your face captured on purpose?" he sounded exasperated

I was speechless.

Damon sheltered me with one hand and opened the car door with the other, "Get in."

I quickly got in the car, put on a hat and sunglasses, and was about to close the door and drive away.

Damon grabbed the car door, "You sit in the passenger seat, I’ll drive."

"I can drive," I replied impatiently

"If you don’t let me in, then you bear the consequences"

Damon was still as imposing as ever, his threats smooth and natural, "You’ll see news of our clandestine meeting in the garage in tomorrow’s newspaper. your parents see it, you’ll be in trouble."

He was right. My biggest fear was that my parents would know these things. We had a standoff for a while, begrudgingly, I moved to the passenger seat, Damon quickly got in and drove off.

After leaving the garage, the route became more and more familiar. I was somewhat unhappy, "Where are we going? Starlight Estates?"

"Mm," Damon responded, "I’m going back to Starlight Estates first, then you can drive home."

I turned to look at the scenery outside the window and didn’t say another word.

When we arrived at Starlight Estates, the villa wasn’t pitch black like I’d imagined, instead it was brightly lit and a servant ran over to open the door.

I took a closer look, I knew this servant well, wasn’t she the one I had employed before? I was surprised to find Damon had not fired them.

Seeing that Damon had no intention of getting out of the car, the servant tactfully left first.

"Aren’t you getting out?" I urged him impatiently.

"Do you know about Cherry and Dean’s car accident?" Damon asked me.

"Yes, I know," I replied.

His face changed subtly, "How did you know?"

I was taken aback, then answered coldly, "A friend told me"

New smirked, his tone cold, "Did Joshua tell you? Have you been in touch with him all this time, or did you meet him after you came back?"

"How are you so smart?" I said sarcastically

Because I didn’t tell Jones and Luna about it, so you could only have heard it from Joshua. Seems like you two are quite close, Damon sounded a bit jealous.

I turned to look at him, he was staring at me, the atmosphere in the car was tense.

After a moment of silence, I spoke again, "Damon. I heard Zoe came because of you. Many men want to court her, she must be very popular. You should cherish this opportunity, I hope you succeed in love and work, but please don’t interfere with my life"

My words made Damon’s face darken, but I had to make things clear. "The city we live in is not big, my parents and I live here, so it’s not practical for me to move to avoid you. We will definitely cross paths in the future, I hope we can mind our own business, and not interfere with each other."

"I don’t know Zoe, and I’m not interested in her." Damon unbuckled his seat belt, his tone cold, "You don’t need to link me with her."

"Oh, then I hope you find your true love elsewhere." I also unbuckled my seat belt, ready to switch to the driver’s seat.

Damon didn’t say a word, his face was dark. He got out of the car, his back exuding a chill. Apparently, he didn’t like what I said.

If I’m not fond of him, I don’t want any unnecessary contact with him.

After Damon took off, I took a look at that villa where I lived for five years.

The lights streaming out of the beautiful windows made it look stunning in the night.

Whenever I thought about sitting alone by the door, waiting for Damon, I felt sorry for my past self, waiting every day for someone who didn’t love me to love me.

I didn’t stick around, got in my car and headed home.

On the way home, I was waiting for the green light at an intersection, when I spotted a person walking by the street.

She was wearing a black skirt, with short hair up to her ears, and then she disappeared around a corner.

My eyes were still following that figure, but the cars behind started honking, I checked the green light, and had to move on.

If my eyes didn’t deceive me, that woman in the black skirt was Karen. Wasn’t she supposed to have left the city with Ariel? What’s she doing here?