Chapter 52
What could she do to bring emotion back into those eyes? What could she do to make him look at her the way he used to?
“Shirley.”
He let out a deep sigh, as if troubled.
“This is just a waste of time for both of us.”
“A waste… of time?”
His words struck her like a shockwave.
“Let’s each find a suitable marriage partner. That would be better. Why not try picking someone at today’s ball? It wouldn’t be bad. Most of the decent guys are here today.”
“Are you serious?”
“I’ve always been serious with you, Shirley.”
He gave her a crooked smile and turned to leave again.
But Shirley grabbed him by the neck and kissed him deeply.
“……”
Damian, who had bent down slightly, remained still, letting her press her lips against his.
Shirley kept her eyes tightly shut as she kissed him.
Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions, her thoughts racing.
Damian is mine. My destined partner, bound to me from the womb.
I don’t want to give him to anyone.
Absolutely not. To no one.
Only one thought occupied her mind.
It has to be Damian.
Only Damian…
“……”
It started as a clumsy kiss, but it was Damian who deepened it, parting his lips and letting his tongue slip in.
What began as a lukewarm response quickly ignited into something more.
Shirley was pushed back, step by step, until she found herself at the edge of the bed.
Damian, holding her, fell onto the bed with her. When she came to her senses, she realized she was sitting on top of him and momentarily panicked, but she quickly understood there was no time to hesitate.
Because Damian’s eyes were still cold and dry.
Because if she hesitated now, he would surely push her away and get up immediately.
Her hands, resting on Damian’s body, trembled violently. This was something she had never done before.
She worried that her stiff, awkward body wouldn’t be the least bit seductive. Below her, her fiancé lay with an utterly bored expression.
“What are you going to do?” he asked in a lazy voice.
“……”
Shirley hesitated, then reached out and untied Damian’s cravat. When she pulled open his shirt, his toned torso was revealed. Even though she had seen it before, doing it with her own hands for the first time made her gasp.
“Why so surprised?”
His laughter from below made her body tremble slightly.
Damian took her hand and placed it firmly on his chest.
“You’ve already seen it all,” he said. *Thump, thump.*
Shirley felt her own body trembling in sync with the heartbeat under her palm.
“Th-that’s…”
“Was what you said earlier a lie?”
His hand slid up her back, slowly caressing her.
“I, I…”
Shirley’s eyes darted around nervously before she finally opened her mouth, as if she had made up her mind.
“I want you… to do it.”
“……”
“Huh? Damian. I… I want you to treat me nicely.”
“……”
For a moment, Damian’s eyes seemed to waver at Shirley’s words. But soon, his gaze steadied, and he looked at her calmly, as if he had regained his composure.
“Well, Shirley.”
“……”
Shirley’s head shot up, her eyes wide. She had mustered all her courage to say those words, thinking that Damian would take the lead if she just said them. But the words that came out of his mouth next left her stunned.
“Then make me want to do it,” Damian said with a bored expression.
“How about that?”
His face was filled with such apathy that it seemed he could jump out of bed and leave at any moment.
For a moment, Shirley’s mind went blank. She couldn’t think of anything in response to Damian’s proposal.
But the answer was obvious. If she refused his offer, Damian would leave her here and walk away. And then he would find a new fiancée…
That couldn’t happen. The only thought dominating Shirley’s mind was that she couldn’t let that happen.
“If you don’t want to, that’s fine, Shirley.”
He gently cupped her chin.
“I should be heading back now.”
He really seemed about to get up, releasing her chin and turning away. At that moment, Shirley clung to Damian’s embrace.
“Don’t go, don’t leave.”
“……”
“Please, don’t go, Damian. Don’t leave me behind…” Shirley buried her face in his chest, shaking her head desperately.
“……Then what?”
Damian’s voice subtly changed. Perhaps pleased with the way Shirley clung to him and pleaded, he gently rubbed her waist and asked,
“What do you want me to do, Shirley?”
As his large hand moved along her back and waist, she shivered.
“Huh? Tell me.”
“I… I want you to…”
“Me?”
His hand continued to caress her back softly, urging her on.
“I… I want you to stay. Don’t go… stay with me…”
Her face flushed bright red as she stammered. Damian, watching her bite her lips nervously, suddenly laughed and brought his lips close to her ear.
“Then make me want to stay, Shirley.”
His voice, whispering in her ear, was blatantly suggestive. She had no other choice.
Shirley slowly pulled away from him. His piercing blue eyes stared intently at her.
Feeling suffocated under his gaze, Shirley lowered her eyes. Then, she moved down, positioning herself between his legs.
“……”
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