Chapter 1167


    Then he stood up, looked at her tenderly for a moment, then quietly turned away.


    He seemed like he wanted to head to the balcony, but his rigid body wavered slightly, yet didn’t


    move. He turned again, as if he wanted to go to the bathroom, but still didn’t leave. Finally, he


    turned towards the door, paused for two seconds, then walked out.


    Chloe watched his movements, feeling a bit puzzled.


    The bedroom door swung open and closed, instantly restoring the tranquility of the room. The deep


    grey bed sheets and duvet sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at the closed door in silence,


    Chloe didn’t make any movements, only blinked.


    Based on what she knew about him, the anger he’d umted in West Valley should’ve found an


    outlet.


    She failed to keep her promise and got herself hurt.


    From her experiences in Hong Kong, he should’ve given her a cold look to express his displeasure


    at her injury, teaching her a lesson in a gentle way, warning her that if she got hurt again, the


    consequences would be severe. But he didn’t, there was no so–called gentle attitude, nor did he


    give her any gloomy looks.


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    He just stayed quiet.


    She once again stopped him from hurting Wendy because of her.


    When he saw her being whipped by Wendy with his own eyes, he couldn’t seek revenge for her.


    She sensed that the anger he had forcibly suppressed was now coiled tightly in his heart, unable to


    be released.


    Shouldn’t he be with her? Or lost his temper at her. She was willing to see that anger, which was


    entirely umted because of her.


    But, today seemed a bit unusual. Shey quietly on the bed, thinking about Damon’s strange


    behavior today. She even wondered if there was a newpetitor by her side today, making him


    anxious and jealous?


    Or was it because she won the equestrianpetition today, or because he just found out that she


    had shot someone, so he was somewhat dissatisfied?


    Or maybe it was because of the people today, most of which were after her, wanting her life, and it


    scared him?


    She blinked again, pondering carefully. There seemed to be too many things happening today.


    She carefully got out of bed, opened the room door and walked out of the bedroom; he was


    nowhere to be seen in the living room,


    She then walked out of the room on her own. The second floor was usually quiet during the day,


    and there was no sound as she stepped on the high–end Persian carpets. She stood at the top of


    the stairs looking towards the living room, but didn’t see Damon.


    After thinking for a moment, she turned around and headed for the study at the end of the hallway.


    The study’s door was partially open. Chloe’s sense of smell was extremely sharp; even the faintest


    hint of airflow seeping through the gap carried a subtle scent of smoke that she could detect.


    The smell of smoke?


    A familiar figure stood straight by the window, his back to her, one hand in his pocket, the other


    raised, she couldn’t see what was in his hand, and she softly pulled the door open.


    The window was wide open, the study was chilly.


    She walked in, making no sound, but this usually sensitive man seemed to not notice. It wasn’t until


    she stood by his side, at his nk, that she softly called his name, “Damon.” only then did his hand


    suddenly tremble, and he instinctively turned his head to look at her.


    Seeing Damon’s expression, Chloe’s eyes contracted in an instant.


    What a face!


    His dark eyes were filled with redness. The light outside shone directly onto his face through the


    open window, illuminating his eyes, was it the color of blood, or was it the clear tears?


    Obvious anger flickered in his eyes, his knuckles were prominent, the cigarette in his hand had


    been crushed.


    “Damon.”


    She had never seen Damon like this, he looked scary, but she felt a pang in her heart, it felt like it


    was going against the flow, rushing up to her throat, filling her eyes.


    Seeing her, Damon extinguished the cigarette in his hand, closed the window, and the cold air was


    instantly shut out.


    “Why aren’t you resting?” he asked in a low voice.


    His voice sounded smoky, deep and hoarse. He tightened her clothes, carefully avoiding her


    wounds.


    “It is cold in here,” he held her hand, then took her away from the spot where the window had been


    wide open.


    He probably wanted to take her to the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the study, tugged


    his arm firmly, telling him she didn’t want to leave.


    “Hmm?” he turned to look at her.


    Chloe bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She pulled her hand free, walked up to him,


    pressed against his broad chest. His clothes were still cold.


    “I’m sorry” she said softly, her tears staining a dark spot on his dark suit.


    She raised her hands to wrap around his waist, pressing herself tightly against his body, as if trying


    to merge with him.


    Damon was pushed back a few steps by her force, finally stopping by the desk. His adam’s apple


    bobbed as he wrapped his arms around her, his hoarse voice drifting from above. “I should be the


    one apologizing.”


    Chloe’s nose tingled, and tears started to flow, the stuffiness in her throat made her very


    ufortable. She was used to suppressing her emotions, not shedding tears easily, but the pain


    in her heart was unbearable.


    “I didn’t handle the people around me properly, I gave them the chance to hurt you, and I didn’t


    even stand up for you.”


    Chloe shook her head in his arms, “That’s not true!”


    It was her who asked Wendy for thepetition, who gave Wendy the chance to hurt her, who


    didn’t let him deal with Wendy, and who pushed him to this point.


    Daman didn’t say anything; his silence was like he was still locking himself in a sturdy cell, like a


    trapped wild animal, suppressing his impending rage, binding himself tightly.


    Chloe could see he hadn’t heard herments because he was engulfed by feelings he couldn’t


    control, one hand sping her waist, softly holding her, not wanting his


    emotions to affect her.


    “Can you…”


    After a while, Damon suddenly spoke. His voice was so hoarse it hurt to listen to. When he paused


    for a moment, Chloe nodded repeatedly. “Yes, whatever you say from now on, I won’t make


    decisions on my own anymore.”


    “Don’t care about me too much,” Damon said.


    Chloe was stunned


    Don’t care about him too much? What did that mean?