Chapter 268
Up until now, she’d been ready to ball at any moment.
His grip on the leather steering wheel cover was so tight,
the friction between his palm and the cover made a “squeaky” sound.
Damon finally pulled over to the side of the road, keeping his cool
The car was suddenly engulfed in a suffocating silence.
Chloe naturally sensed the atmosphere turning colder as both individuals found themselves in a confined space. Damon glanced at her, his deep eyes flickered with unease, and his expression was downright scary.
But even so, Chloe remained calm and collected, just looking at him.
She waited for an answer, as if it was her right.
She didn’t even break a sweat.
It was either they stay together, or they broke up right away.
To her, Damon seemed like dispensable.
Damon snorted in anger but held his temper, his tone cold and mocking
“Do you think, as the heir to the Harper Group, I would allow myself to have an illegitimate child?”
Chloe’s eyes didn’t show much emotion, she just nodded and then smiled at him, “That’s good.”
Damon’s deep gaze fell on her face.
“Do you think that if something is easily gained, it’s no big deal if it’s lost?”
Chloe frowned slightly, looked at Damon for a while, her eyes gradually darkened, and a faint, obscure smile appeared on her lips.
She shook her head, looking through the car window at the vehicles ahead, her face showing a hint of desolation.
“Isn’t it true that the easier something is gained, the easier it is lost?”
Chloe laughed and continued, “But then again, nothing is easily gained. Therefore, how could one be indifferent to losing something? Or do you think that because I’ve experienced loss, every time I lose something, it doesn’t hurt?”
Damon stared into her eyes, the tension between his brows gradually fading.
“It depends on what you lose.”
Chloe smiled, “You’re right.”
There were some things she didn’t care about, and it didn’t matter if she lost them, like the Summers family, like Lance, like that skirt from last time.
“I just thought you were so concerned about Hugo, so I asked. But it’s just a yes or no question. Why are you angry?”
Damon’s gaze deepened, “So if I said yes, you might break up with me in this car today?”
Chloe’s heart tightened, and a chill spread from the soles of her feet throughout her body.
The streetlights ahead seemed dim, and Chloe looked at the dull halo, as the car fell into another brief silence.
It might have been a few seconds, or a few minutes, or even longer, before Chloe took a deep breath and spoke in a cold tone,
“Of course.”
The temperature in the air instantly dropped to freezing.
Damon’s heavy brows and eyes exuded strong oppression, and he suddenly emitted a sharp aura, as if he was about to burst out of the small car in the next second, anger exploding.
