Chapter 5

My face instantly went pale.

Eleanor rose, as if to argue, but flinched under Damian's icy glare.

A housekeeper politely, yet forcefully, escorted her away.

Her lips trembled as she turned to me, her eyes filled with guilt.

She and Damian weren't close.

In fact, Damian wasn't close to any of his elders.

Damian was already fully in charge, and she couldn't stand up to him.

She could only repeat, over and over:

"Don't go too far. Talk things through."

Damian gave a faint laugh.

He leaned back on the sofa, legs spread, and asked me with a sneer:

"Why aren't you stripping?

"Weren't you so determined to leave? What are you hesitating about?

"Can't let go of the Thorne family's wealth and prestige, or... can't let go of me?

"If you can't, just say so. No one's forcing you out—"

Damian's words abruptly stopped.

Because I had, trembling, stood up, tears welling in my eyes, and began unbuttoning my top.

Garments fell one by one, piling around my bare feet.

His expression grew even darker.

His gaze swept over my body for a moment, then he let out a scoff.

"You've got some nerve!"

He was genuinely furious.

He slammed the teaware off the table.

Taking huge strides, he grabbed the blanket from the sofa and roughly wrapped me in it.

Pointing towards the door, he roared at me:

"Get out!"