The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 492 - 488

Chapter 492: Chapter 488

Mitch, the wimp, acted as if he’d seen the cavalry arriving at the sight of Damon. He took refuge behind Damon, his voice a notch louder, "Let’s talk this out! There is no need for violence. Aren’t you just taking

advantage of the fact that I never bully women?!"

"What’s going on? The front door wasn’t even closed." Damon asked.

Luna rolled her eyes dismissively, not in the mood to talk. I, on the other hand, stared coldly at Mitch,

"Ask your buddy here. What drove him all the way back from abroad?"

"What did you do, Mitch?" Damon turned to Mitch, demanding an explanation.

Mitch stuttered, unable to articulate a clear answer. I decided to speak on his behalf, "Jones sent him some pictures of Luna and me at the bar the other night. He rushed all the way back here just to

accuse us of dressing inappropriately and neglecting our kids."

As I summed up the situation, Mitch’s face turned awkward.

Damon’s brow furrowed. Then, he asked, "Is this true?"

"Damon, I’m not lying. You didn’t see how they dress. I used to spend my nights at bars, and I knew what kind of men hang out there. They have several kids at home, so they couldn’t just abandon them and

go partying even if they’ve got nannies, can they?" Mitch argued, even though he looked embarrassed.

"I saw it." Damon interrupted Mitch coldly.

"What? What did you see?" Mitch looked confused.

"I saw what they were wearing. I was there that night too." Damon bent down, picked up a pillow from the

floor and shoved it into Mitch’s arms. "I heard that you’ve been working overtime these past few days, almost pulling all-nighters, so as to spare some time to come back and question them, haven’t you?"

Luna and I exchanged glances. No wonder Mitch looked like he was on his last legs; he’d been working excessively for the past few days.

I had to hand it to him. He really went all out just to come here and pick a fight.

Mitch hung his head, looking somewhat ashamed.

"Alright, Mitch, done with your nonsense? You can piss off now!" Luna was done with Mitch. She walked over and shoved him towards the door.

Before Mitch could utter another word, he was already out the door.

The living room became quiet again. I felt much better without Mitch’s noise.

If Damon had said a word more to defend Mitch, he would have been kicked out by Luna too.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, somewhat puzzled.

"How is Serena doing?" Damon looked around, and, not seeing the kids, he asked, "Where are they?"

The kids were now in their room with the nannies. I didn’t tell Damon that but simply replied, "She’s been doing well these past few days, and there’s no need for you to worry."

Luna quickly added, "Yeah, why are you so concerned? Even Jones doesn’t seem to care that much."

Upon hearing these words, Damon shot her a glance, "When was Jones here?"

That was a couple of days ago. I had no idea what Jones and Catherine were up to now, but I admired Catherine for being able to hide it from the Colemans for so long. I knew Leo must have been helping

her.

Therefore, Catherine could stay in the Coleman family as long as Leo was around to help. Luna gave me a look but didn’t answer Damon. Instead, she turned and went to check on the kids in their room.

"When are you planning to go back to abroad?" It was just Damon and me left in the living room, so I took the initiative to ask.

"Why, are you eager to send me back there? What about you?" Damon sat down on the couch, crossing his long legs elegantly, his hands resting casually on his thighs. His eyes questioned me as well.

I wasn’t exactly hoping for Damon to return to abroad. Once he got back, he’d find out Catherine wasn’t there.

If that caused any trouble and delayed me from getting information from Dylan, I didn’t think it would be worth it.

"I’m not sure yet. My parents aren’t there, so it doesn’t matter whether I return early or late." I answered casually. Even without Dylan’s appearance, I might still stay here a little longer. Damon, however, thought

of something else, "Is it because Jones is here?"

I was left speechless. At this point, Damon believed I had feelings for Jones, while Jones thought I was still in love with Damon. It was all very confusing.

But all I wanted was to live a simple life with my kids, free and easy.

"I’m back here just to tell you both to stop being ridiculous, okay?" I replied, feeling helpless.

"What’s going on with you and Jones? Are you breaking up?" Damon seemed quite pleased at the mention of this with a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I was surprised when he suddenly turned against Coleman Co., but I figured something must have gone wrong between you two. He wouldn’t have done that otherwise."

I took a deep breath and met Damon’s gaze calmly, "Yes, Jones and I are breaking up. We’re not a good match, so you don’t need to keep suspecting that there’s something between us, and there’s no need to hold a grudge against him because of this."

Damon’s smile widened, he nodded approvingly, "Hmm, it’s a good decision. It would’ve been even better if you made it earlier. You were never a good match. But what about the kids? Didn’t he ask for

custody?"

"The kids are mine. I won’t give them to him." I stated firmly. The kids weren’t even Jones’s to begin with; even if they were, I would fight for them with everything I had.

The two kids were my life. To put it selfishly, men could still father children with a younger woman in their forties or fifties, but I couldn’t. Serena and Brandon were the only two children I would ever have, and there would never be a third.

"Is it because you refuse to give them to him, or because he didn’t ask for them at all?" Damon questioned, not quite believing my words.

"What do you mean by that?" I asked, taken aback.

"Nothing much, it just strikes me as odd. Doesn’t Jones value his own kids? He was okay with them taking your maiden name and didn’t even fight for custody when you split up. If it were me, I would never be able to allow it," Damon said, his gaze holding mine as though hinting at something. "Eliana, you know me. I can’t stand the thought of my child being taken away."

A chill ran down my spine. Seeing the way Damon looked at me while uttering those words, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he might know something and was subtly trying to warn I tried to maintain my

composure and nodded, "Yeah, I get it. But Jones is not you."

"He should be the same in this regard. We’ve been friends for years. I’m absolutely sure." Damon’s smile

faded, his tone becoming more serious.