Chapter 220
Selene stumbled back several steps and was immediately pinned against the sleek black luxury car.
“Damien, that’s enough!” she shouted.
The edge of Damien’s lips was bleeding from the slap, but he nonchalantly licked
it away and sneered. “I heard you’re bringing Vincent to meet the family.”
Selene’s chest heaved as she gripped the edge of the car door tightly with one hand.
“That’s my personal business. I don’t need to report it to you.”
She took a deep breath, and her tone suddenly softened. “Soon we’ll all be family. Don’t keep treating him like your enemy. He’s going to be your brother-in-law.”
Damien suddenly laughed, his gaze darkening.
Selene was actually a little afraid of him losing control.
She frowned and said, “And stop addressing me by my name. It’s disrespectful. Just call me ‘Sis.’ If you keep showing up like this, the rest of the Jensen family will give me trouble again. Damien, stop being so reckless.”
She had barely finished speaking when Damien suddenly gripped her wrist and flung her into the car.
Her head hit the seat hard, making her dizzy. Before she could react, he was already on top of her.
“Do you think I’m a pet or something? When you want to get rid of me, you tell me to call you ‘Sis,’ but when you want me, you wrap your arms around me and call me ‘dear.’ How am I to know when you’re lying or not?”
The car door slammed shut. In the confined space, Damien’s presence became overwhelming and aggressive in an instant.
There was plenty of room inside the car. Selene tried to get up, but he pressed her down by the chest.
She took a deep breath. “I’ve said it many times I was drunk that night. It was a mistake.”
Damien leaned down slowly, one hand tugging down her clothes and slipping inside.
She gasped a few times, trying to slap him again, but he suddenly tightened his grip.
“Damien Jensen!” she shouted.
He withdrew his fingers and lightly rubbed them. “You say one thing, but your body says another. Is Vincent that useless that he can’t satisfy you?”
Before he even finished speaking, Selene slapped him again.
His head jerked to the side, and a bright red handprint could be seen on his face.
Her heart ached terribly-she felt the pain too.
They used to be so close-very close. She had always thought. clinginess came from their
veet
childhood bond. She neverve ad
he had other thoughts all along.
That night, she had truly been drunk, but he wasn’t. Did he really not know whose name she had been calling?
She massaged her temples. In the end, her heart softened. She slowly reached out and touched his face, asking, “Does it hurt?”
Even pets would develop an emotional bond with the owner over time, much less a brother she grew up with.
In her eyes, Damien had only ever been a younger brother. She had never harbored any other thoughts.
Damien scoffed. “Why don’t you just slap me to death and be done with it?”
Selene was used to his sharp tongue and began rummaging through the car for a first aid kit, but there was
none. So, she had no choice but to ne-So,
gently rub the redness with her
hand.
Ever since that night, she had been avoiding him. But Damien seemed to have misunderstood something. Since then, he watched her like a hawk, so closely that it affected her social life.
Not only that, but he also treated every man around her with hostility.
When they had their falling-out, even her friends didn’t believe it. They merely thought Damien was just overly concerned about his sister.
As she rubbed his face, his hands snaked around her waist, inching closer.
Selene felt even more helpless. “Damien, stop being so childish. We’re not kids anymore.”
That incident happened three years ago. It was long past time to let go.
But Damien refused to.
She had left the Jensen family, and he deliberately made trouble for her, going so
far as to steal away her earliest clients with petty tricks.
For three years, she had done nothing but avoid him.
Her status in the Jensen family had always been precarious. If anyone found out
about the affair between them, her reputation would be ruined.
If she truly loved Damien, she might not have gave a damn. Unfortunately, she didn’t love him.