After lulling Summer Miller to sleep, Serena Everett quietly walked out of the ward and saw a reserved, dignified man standing on the balcony. His expression was unreadable as he held a cigarette in his long, elegant fingers, which were as attractive as a piece of art. An invisible aura of oppression emanated from him, making people feel apprehensive.
Serena gently pressed her red lips together, frowning slightly because she disliked the smell of smoke, which was why he had quit smoking for her.
But now, why was he smoking again?
Serena walked over, snatched the cigarette from his hand, and threw it into the trash can.
Chase Sherman, who was standing nearby, silently gave Serena a thumbs up in his heart. Only she dared to treat Master Damian this way! Read complete versıon only at NoveI(F)ire.net
A hint of confusion appeared in Serena’s delicate eyebrows and eyes, clearly not understanding why he was angry.
Damian Quinn nodded in acknowledgment. Just thinking about the surveillance footage he had just retrieved, where his girl nearly got hurt with a knife while alone in the ring, made it hard for him to control his violent emotions.
"I’ve said before that you can come to me with anything, but Serena, you’ve never thought of me every time."
If he hadn’t discovered something was off and investigated, his girl probably wouldn’t have told him about this incident.
Damian Quinn guessed correctly; if it weren’t for his discovery, Serena really hadn’t planned to tell him. In her eyes, it wasn’t that big of a deal, and she could handle it herself.
"You’re mad because of this?" Serena’s tone was rather casual.
Damian Quinn was almost exasperated by the straightforwardness of the girl’s remark. He bit his back teeth and lightly tapped her forehead with his slender, jade-like fingers.
"Little one, do you know how worried your brother gets when he can’t reach you?"
Only then did Serena remember she left her phone in the car in a hurry to reach The Pit.
Damian Quinn tightly embraced the girl, his deep and magnetic voice resonating in her ear with a hint of coaxing, "Baby, I hope you can rely on your brother a little more."
He didn’t want to be kept outside the walls of her heart; he wanted to step inside...
Listening to the man’s words, Serena’s long, dense eyelashes quivered slightly, and a warmth surged in her heart.
She was used to handling everything on her own, so she instinctively charged forward whenever something happened.
"My little fiancée is so delicate and fragile. If she gets hurt, it would be heartbreaking for her brother."
Standing nearby, Chase Sherman was shocked and incredulous at these words from Master Damian.
What was Master Damian talking about? Miss Serena delicate and fragile? She could knock out the ferocious champion of The Pit with a single punch, even Victor Summers would kneel before her!
And that’s called "delicate and fragile"?
Tsk tsk tsk, Master Damian really redefined "delicate and fragile"!
"If it happens again..."
Before Damian Quinn could finish his harsh words, the girl forcefully tugged on his tie, forcing him to lower his head. She stood on tiptoe and planted a light kiss on his lips.
She blinked lightly and spoke like a promise, "It won’t happen again."
A flutter stirred in Damian Quinn’s heart, his Adam’s apple involuntarily moved, and he tightly grasped the girl’s slim waist, longing to continue the kiss, but Serena decidedly pushed him away.
By now, the Linden family was probably at the Everett family, begging her parents not to withdraw their investment. She had to get back to see the show.
"Trying to leave after teasing your brother?"
Damian Quinn’s captivating eyes darkened, and his heated gaze involuntarily fell on the girl’s rosy, moist lips.
Lately, he had barely been able to get close to her with Elliot Everett and others watching closely...
"You smell of smoke."
Though the smoke clinging to him wasn’t unpleasant, Serena didn’t like the smell of smoke.
Seeing the girl’s expression of distaste, Damian Quinn could only suppress the agitation in his heart. His slender, jade-like fingers gently brushed against her lips, and his once-aloof demeanor took on a seductive allure.
"Alright, next time, I’ll kiss you twice, including today."
"Please have a seat, Mrs. Linden."
Ivan Everett was not home, so Jocelyn Sterling entertained the visiting Linden mother and daughter, her demeanor calm and exuding the grace of a lady.
"Mrs. Everett, we came to visit uninvited; it’s truly impolite. I hope you won’t be upset!"
Despite Mrs. Linden’s ingratiating smile, Jocelyn Sterling maintained her indifferent expression and perfunctorily responded, "Not at all, a guest is a guest."
Seeing Jocelyn’s indifferent attitude, Mrs. Linden smiled even more ingratiatingly, trying to curry favor, "Mrs. Everett, I heard your daughter also studies at Imperia University, around the same age as my daughter. Eleanor just returned to Imperia with no friends around. It would be lovely if she could become friends with the Sixth Miss!"
Hearing this, Jocelyn raised her eyebrows. Serena wasn’t fond of mingling with the other socialites in Imperia, but if she could get along with the Linden daughter, that would be nice.
It would mean her beloved daughter wouldn’t be alone, with a peer around.
Noting Jocelyn’s softened attitude, Mrs. Linden immediately signaled to Eleanor Linden.
Eleanor quickly caught on, her face blossoming into a poised and gracious smile, "Aunt Everett, I just returned to Imperia and have no friends. I’m genuinely looking to make a close friend."
Just as she finished speaking, a servant respectfully announced at the door, "Ma’am, the Sixth Miss is back."
Hearing this, Eleanor’s eyes shifted, and she immediately feigned excitement as she ran to the door.
But upon seeing the familiar figure standing there, her smile froze, and she spoke in disbelief.
"Serena... Serena Everett... what are you doing here..."
Before she could finish, Jocelyn dashed over and hugged Serena, "My precious daughter is back! I’ve missed you so much!"
Witnessing this scene, Eleanor’s mind was in chaos, discovering that Serena, whom she despised, was actually the pampered Sixth Miss of the Everett family?!
How could that be possible?
Serena lightly tugged at her red lips, her cool gaze settling on Eleanor, "What, surprised to see me here?"
Still in shock and unsure how to respond, Eleanor remained silent, while her mother quickly spoke, "Eleanor, you know the Sixth Miss?"
"We’re classmates..."
Eleanor’s face was ashen, drained of color, and she spoke timidly in a whisper.
Mrs. Linden immediately exclaimed joyfully, "Oh, how serendipitous! You two really are fated to meet!"
Serena lazily raised her eyebrows, half-smiling as she replied, "Yes, it really is quite serendipitous."