Love in Twilight

Chapter 95

Chapter 95 She Keeps Making Me Mad!

That night, when Clarissa went to take a bath, Danien texted his assistant and told him to find out about

Clarissa’s university life.

After getting into bed, Clarissa warmed herself up in his arms. It was early winter, so the heater had just

been turned on. The house had yet to warm up, and Clarissa felt a little cold after her bath. “So, why’d

you go to New East Corporation?” Damien looked at her. She paused. “Well… Everyone in Genovia

knows how handsome you are.” “Is that so? Does that mean that you fell for me at first sight?” Clarissa

laughed it off. The next day, while Clarissa was still at work, Haye’s Suits delivered two shirts to her;

one in dark gray, and the other light blue. They had been tailored according to the measurements

provided last time. The store clerk asked whether it would be convenient for Damien to try the shirt on.

If there were any changes to be made, the store could get them done by this afternoon. Clarissa gave it

some thought. Damien had never worn anything in light blue before. With how picky he was, there was

a chance that he’d tell her to return the shirt. It would be better for him to have a look for himsell.

With that thought in mind, she sent him a text.

Clarissa: (Haye’s Suits have just delivered two shirts for you, and they want you to try them on. They

can make any changes if it doesn’t lit.)

Damien: (Bring them up.)

Clarissa asked the store clerk to wait for her in the guest lounge while she brought the two shirts to

Damien’s office.

To her surprise, there was a middle-aged woman with him. Clarissa didn’t know who the woman was,

but the latter kept staring at her with a rather liostile gaze.

“Here are the shirts. You’ve never worn anything in this color before, so I was worried you wouldn’t like

it. That’s why I brought them up here.” Clarissa put the two shirts on his desk.

They were folded neatly, and he immediately saw the initials “D&C” on the tags Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

“What do you think?” Damien looked up at Clarissa. “Well… I think it shouldn’t look too bad. You look

good in anything, after all.” Damien chuckled. “Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder, and love is blind.”

“I’m being serious,” Clarissa retorted. What’s up with him, talking about being in love and all? It’s

cheesy, but I like it.’ He didn’t argue with her. “Come with me. I’m going to try it on.”

“Where to?” Clarissa asked. She glanced at the middle-aged woman again.

Actually, if they were alone, Damien could just try it on in here.

“The washroom. I want you to help me.” After that, he reached out and dragged her over to the

washroom.

Once the door was shut, Clarissa asked him to lean closer to her while she tiptocd and asked,” Who’s

that?”

If it were one of Damien’s elders, wouldn’t her current behavior be considered rude? “You don’t need to

bother about her. She’s not someone important.” He started to change. Clarissa seemed to now be

used to helping Damien change. Her actions were very natural. She said in a low volce, “Thank God. I

thought she was one of your relatives.” “What’s there to be scared of? Are you afraid of meeting your

parents-in-law?”

She didn’t answer, but sweetness (illed her heart. Also, she didn’t even know whether she actually had

parents-in-law. “Take a look at yourself in the mirror. What do you think?” Clarissa asked. As she

admired him from behind, she couldn’t help thinking about how handsome he was. PC could make any

woman swoon.

How fortunate was she to be able to share a bed with him?

of course, she was well aware that some things weren’t meant to be hers. She would wake up from her

dream one day, but it didn’t mean that she couldn’t enjoy it while it lasted

“It’s fine.” Damien started unbuttoning the shirt.

As Clarissa helped him out of the shirt, she said, “I’ll let the store clerk know that it’s fine to make the

shirts in this color, then. Shall I leave the shirts with you?”

“Yeah, so on.”

She walked out of the washroom, and nodded at the hostile woman before leaving Damien’s office.

“So, that’s your wife?” The middle-aged woman said. “She looks like the type who’s great at caring for

others. I’m sure you feel great under her care.”

Her tone was bitter, and she was indirectly saying that Clarissa was nothing more than a nanny.

“On the contrary, she’s always making me angry.” Damien folded the shirts neatly and put them on the

sofa. A (aint smile curved his lips, seemingly coming from the leart.

The middle-aged woman glanced at the shirts and saw the initials on the tags.

TUPNI

They had been sewn on by hand in a classic design. If her memory served her right, Damien’s wife was

called Clarissa. “Right, Damien. Remember not to forget about my request.” She added. “And since this

is a personal request, Madelynn doesn’t know about it. There’s no need to put the house under my

name. Just keep it under yours.”

The middle aged woman was Madolynu’s mother, Monlea Nowion). “Yes, I know. I have a house on the

cast side of Genovhod you can move Inn at any ilme, I’ll have someone send you the keys later.”

Damien was smiling, but I don’t reach lila oyos, “Alright. Thank you, Damien, I just feel that I’m getting

older, and I’m always in Morin. I can’t lielp worrying about Madelynn being on her own, and her

father…” Monica was about to woop, “Let’s not mention him.” Damien lowerod ils volco, When Monica

got home, she told Madelynn about Clarissa asking Damien to try the shirts on, and how she scemed

to be getting all of Damien’s shirts tallor-made with the initials “D&C” sewn on the tags.

Madelynn slumped onto the sosa, somewhat dejected. Damien really wasn’t wearing any of the shirts

that she had made for him. He had given them away, and in their stead he wore the cheap shirts

Clarissa bought! What was wrong with him?!

“Mom, we have to move into Damien’s house as soon as possible. Il’s under his name, anyway.”

Madelynn quickly came up with another plan, seeing as her current one had failed. “Alright. Damien

said that the house has already been renovated, so we can just move in.” . “Oh, right. Don’t ever

mention what happened six years ago in front of Clarissa. To think she’s actually the brat from back

then. Why did she have to show up and ruin everything?! Remember to never bring it up, not even in

front of Damien. If she figures anything out, we’re done for!” Madelynn warned. “Got it.” Monica’s

expression became grave.