"Tom, you say I'm a shameless woman without dignity. Yet, such as I am, you proposed to me. Tom, don't you want to see if that happiness was glowing on your face back then?"
Elara Don slowly walked towards him, standing firmly in front of him.
The phone was placed before his eyes, showing the scene where he was kissing her on the screen.
It was so beautiful and romantic.
Damon Hawke stared straight at the scene, and his heart suddenly tightened.
His head started to hurt again.
It felt as if there were two little figures fighting in his head.
One said Elara Don was the person he hated most, while the other was shaking its head desperately.
Damon Hawke furrowed his brows tightly, pushed Elara Don aside, and strode upstairs.
Elara's body swayed a little as she watched Damon Hawke's figure disappear at the staircase and slowly retracted her phone.
Looking at the frozen image on the phone of the couple embracing, she gently caressed it, a bitter smile curving at her lips.
