Chapter 1123
“Alright.” Elizabeth replied, her tone indifferent, “Seven it is.”
Addie nodded, “Okay.”
She then lifted her head to look at Wendy standing by the side, and without any expression, turned
and walked away.
Before she even got into the kitchen, she heard Wendy’s low voice.
“Well, Elizabeth… Chloe… I’ll let you be…
Elizabeth nced at her, “You’re not going to stay for dinner?”
Wendy smiled, “There’s some business at thepany that needs my attention. I won’t bother you
any longer.” “Oh.”
Elizabeth didn’t say much more, just replied, “Be careful on the road then.”
“Okay.”
After leaving the vi, Wendy nced at her watch, bit her lip, and hurried towards her car. Her car
slowly pulled out of the Harper family driveway and gradually picked up speed, zooming down the
road.
Wendy gritted her teeth, her face taut. As she saw a ck car slowly approaching from a distance,
she gripped the steering wheel and mmed the elerator to the floor. The window was wide
open, the cold air rushing into the car, whipping her long hair around. She bit her lower lip, her face
twisted in pain.
As Damon drove around two bends, he saw a sports caring towards him. He furrowed his
brow, slightly turning the steering wheel, moving towards the inner side of the road. He tried to
avoid the out–of–control car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his brow furrowed, silently
watching as the oing car got closer and closer.
Despite the distance, Wendy clearly saw the handsome,posed man in the car.
Years of effort, years of infatuation, years of persistence, filled her heart with endless grievances.
She gritted her teeth until her car got closer and closer to his ck Bentley, then abruptly turned the
steering wheel. The car skidded along the mountain wall for a while, beforeing to a stop not far
from Damon’s car. At the moment of collision with the mountain, Wendy’s head mmed against
the car window. The airbag had already deployed, blocking her viewpletely.
Damon calmly observed the stopped car. He stared at the car full of airbags for a while, then
unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He was tall and straight, his expensive
suit exuding an enchanting elegance and nobility.
As the airbag slowly deted, Wendy propped up her head, leaning back in her seat, squinting at
the man standing not far away. His clothes were well–tailored, fitting him perfectly. His physique
was unparalleled.
Wendy watched him quietly, blood trickling down from her hand. She bit her lip, her face pale, tears
rolling down her cheeks.
Just looking at him like this made her heart ache. Why was she always so close to him, but never
able to win his heart?
It seemed so natural for them to be together. Everyone thought so. So why did he still focus on
other women? He was right in front of her, yet she didn’t even have the right or courage to touch
him?
She truly loved him, her desire to be with him was so strong it was driving her crazy. Even now, he
wouldn’t show her even a hint of tenderness?
“Get out.”
His cold voice rang out. Wendy stared at the stern man in front of her. She bit her lip, but still
straightened up and unbuckled her seatbelt, pushing open the car door.
But the car door was blocked by the mountain, so she couldn’t open it. She turned to look at the
passenger door, intending to move over, but felt dizzy and weak.
Slumped in her seat, Wendy’s tears flowed even more freely. She wasn’t pretending, the wound
was real, the dizziness was real, and the weakness was real.
Because she knew Damon too well. No pretense would escape his discerning eyes. So she really
crashed into the mountain, just to get a chance to get closer to him.
This was Damon, cold and ruthless, a man all women couldn’t touch. But the more he was like this,
the more she wanted to get close to him.
A gust of cold wind blew from above, then she was pulled out of the car by a force. She was
dragged out, flung against the car, just managing to steady herself, a dull pain emanating from her
waist.
Damon stood across from her, a few steps away, staring at her coldly.
“What do you want?”
Wendy’s eyes trembled, and she lifted her head to look at Damon, blood still flowing from her
forehead.
“I don’t have an agenda, just want to talk. Her voice trembled, her expression full of grievance, tears
sliding down her cheeks, making her look stubborn yet pitiable.
Damon coldly stared at her, his lips parting slightly. “Speak.”
He didn’t waste a word.
“What do I have to do for you to be with me?”
“You don’t have to do anything. The two things are unrted.”
Unrted…
So no matter what she did, it was only her concern, and whether he would be with her or not, had
nothing to do with it.
Really… it was a cruel rity.
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“Damon… if there was no Chloe, would we have a chance to be together?” She spoke with a sad
tone, her hands were balled into fists, and tears were streaming from her eyes as she earnestly
eyed Damon.
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“No chance.” His expression and tone were like ice that hadn’t melted for thousands of years,
capable of freezing hearts.
Wendy’s gaze trembled, and she finallyughed coldly, “I don’t believe you.”
Tears mingled withughter, “The you from before never treated me like this! Every answer you give
now is so clear and firm, is it because of Chloe? Are you hurting me like this because of her?”
“Yes,” Damon’s face was calm, “Is there a problem?”
He didn’t give any other woman a chance for his wife. Yes, he actually felt he deserved a reward.
Wendy’s face turned pale, her hands trembling, “….theh why…why did you save me just now?”
Damon nced at his wristwatch, Wendy knew it was a cheap watch Chloe had given him, a pair
with the one Chloe wore.
He lifted his head, his tone indifferent. “There are many reasons. We grew up together, so the
possibility of bing strangers is not high, and would be
too pretentious. Secondly, you can’t just die like this. Lastly, I have some scores to settle with you.”
If the first reason made her ecstatic, thest two reasons felt like being pushed from heaven into
hell.
Settling scores…
So he wanted to settle the debts she owed him from before.