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He sat down next to Claudine, holding the gift prepared for her mother.
“The gift for Mom was left in the car. Is this the one?”
Claudine looked up at Damian.
This man’s thoughts were so deep they were frightening.
Anyone seeing him like this would praise him as a “good husband” and “good son-in-law.”
It was as if everything Claudine had overheard outside was just her own imagination.
At this moment, Bridgette had already come out of the kitchen.
Seeing what Damian was holding, she smiled and took it, saying, “Claudy went to the car to look for it earlier but couldn’t find it, and said it was left at the hotel.
See, it still takes Dami.”
Damian glanced at the woman beside him, “Did you go out just now?”
Claudine looked up and met Damian’s gaze.
“Yes, why? Was I not supposed to go out?”
Damian looked at Claudine’s affectionate expression and frowned slightly.
He knew Claudine must have overheard what Clayton had just said to him.
And judging by her demeanor, she must have misunderstood him.
Damian’s eyes softened, and he smiled.
“It’s cold outside. If you need anything, just tell me. There’s no need to go out yourself.”
Claudine used the motion of standing up to avoid Damian’s outstretched hand.
“Mom, can we eat now? I’m hungry.”
Bridgette didn’t seem to notice the awkwardness between her daughter and son-in-law, and cheerfully called everyone to the dining room for dinner.
At the dinner table.
Clayton was extremely attentive to Damian. If he weren’t sitting in the elder’s seat, one might wonder who was the fa- ther-in-law and who was the son-in-law.
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Suddenly, a piece of sweet and sour pork appeared in Claudine’s bowl. Damian said, “Isn’t this your favorite? You al- ways say the servants at home don’t make it right. Later, I’ll ask how they prepare it to match your taste.”
As he spoke, Damian added two more pieces to Claudine’s bowl.
Bridgette saw this and was delighted.
Last time in Bronzevale, her daughter suddenly said she wanted a divorce, which had worried her terribly.
Now, seeing her daughter and son-in-law getting along so well, she could finally relax.
But…
“Dami, what happened to your hand?”
She hadn’t noticed before, but now as Damian reached for food, the scratch marks on the back of his hand were espe- cially visible under the light.
Damian placed some boneless fish in Claudine’s bowl and said, “I scratched it by accident, it’s nothing.”
Anyone could tell the wound was from being scratched. No one believed Damian’s explanation, but no one exposed it either.
Perhaps it was just a little couple’s quarrel.
Bridgette glared at her daughter and said, “Dami is so good-tempered, he’s spoiled you.”
Clayton, who had just peeled some shrimp for his wife, said, “That’s how it should be. A husband should spoil his wife.”
Bridgette loved hearing this from her husband, smiled at him, and lowered her head to eat shrimp.
Claudine really couldn’t sit there any longer.
She put down her fork. “Mom, Dad, Brother, I’m done eating. I’ll go back to my room to rest.”
Bridgette noticed her daughter hadn’t eaten much and was a bit worried.
“Why did you eat so little? Are you feeling unwell? Ben, call the doctor to come to the house and check on her.”
Claudine just said she was fine, just tired, and turned to go upstairs.
She opened the door. The room was still just as it had been before she got married, every corner carefully cleaned, even the flowers on the balcony were in her favorite colors.
She lay down on the rocking chair by the window.
As soon as she closed her eyes, her mind was flooded with everything that had happened these past few days.
By now, she understood that as long as she had even a shred of value in Damian’s eyes, he would never agree to a di-
vorce.
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And if she made a big scene, she would be the one to suffer the most.
Whether it was her career or the division of assets!
As for Damian, at most he’d be reprimanded by the board and called a scumbag online.
And that’s only if the divorce went smoothly.
After all she had been through, her love for Damian had long since been worn away. If there was any feeling left, it was only hatred.
She opened her eyes and looked at the pitch-black night outside the window.
If Damian refused to divorce, then so be it.
If Damian could use her, she could use Damian too.
As for who would be the ultimate winner, that would be decided in the end.
The door opened, and Damian stood there.
The woman on the rocking chair looked so frail under the light, as if a gust of wind could blow her away.
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