Chapter 10
Damien heard the commotion from inside his office and looked up as Jordan stormed in with an imposing air. Unfazed, he lowered his gaze and calmly signed the last document on his desk.
Jordan was thoroughly angered by his calmness and slammed a fist on the desk, making the things on it tremble from the impact.
“You’ve got quite a few tricks up your sleeve, don’t you? Not only did you impersonate me to get close to Seraphine, but you also tricked her into working for you! What are you playing at?” Jordan spat.
Damien didn’t even bat an eye, which pissed Jordan even more. “Give her back to me, you thief!”
Damien had stolen Seraphine from him. He’d stolen her love for him!
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” Damien said, his gaze sharp.
Jordan barked out an exasperated laugh and grabbed Damien by the collar. “Seraphine is mine! Don’t think you can keep having her just because she thinks you’re me now!”
“Seraphine is her own person. I can’t force her to do anything.” Damien didn’t retaliate, but his gaze was resolute as he looked at Jordan.
Jordan punched Damien in the face. He looked down at the latter contemptuously and said, “The doctor said Seraphine will regain her memories within this month. Once she does, she’ll come back to me! I’m the one she loves!”
Damien’s gaze darkened. He’d asked the doctor the same thing and knew this was his last month with her.
“Stay away from him, Jordan Fray! You’re a psycho!” I swiped the key to Damien’s office from his assistant and opened the door, charging inside.
When I saw the blood trickling down the corner of Damien’s mouth, I ran over and shoved Jordan aside with all my strength. I hurried to Damien and stroked his face in concern. “Does it hurt, Damo?”
He didn’t say anything. All he did was look at me. He seemed afraid that I would disappear.
“Stay out of this, Seraphine. I’m going to teach this shameless bastard a lesson today!” Jordan wanted to hit Damien again.
This pissed me off. I whipped out the fruit knife and pointed it at him. I glared at him and snapped, “Touch him if you dare, you asshole!”
Jordan was stunned. “Are you pointing a knife at me, Seraphine?”
He was in disbelief. He clenched his fists and growled, “Why are you being so defensive of him? Are you trying to drive me insane? I’m your boyfriend!”
“I don’t have a boyfriend like you!” I screamed. My heart twisted painfully, and my eyes reddened.
Jordan didn’t believe I would attack him. He grabbed a chair and swung it at Damien. When I saw that he wasn’t trying to dodge the attack, I hurriedly stood before him. The pain I expected didn’t come, though.
It turned out Damien had taken the hit, after all. His arm bled from the attack.
I ran to Jordan and slashed him with the knife, making him also bleed. I snapped, “Can you get the hell out of here? I’ll call the cops if you try anything else!”
He watched as I pulled out my phone. Despite his frustration, he had no choice but to leave. Before that, he said, “You’ll regret this, Seraphine.”
I looked at him and forced my tears back. Would I regret this? No, I wouldn’t.
Once he was gone, I bustled around Damien, tending to his wound. When I saw the huge bruise forming on his arm, tears welled up in my eyes, and I said hoarsely, “I’m sorry, Damo. I didn’t know that psycho would come here.”
He hurriedly used his hands to dry my tears. “I’m fine. It doesn’t hurt.”
“Why didn’t you fight back? I remember you having a black belt in taekwondo. Shouldn’t it have been easy enough for you to deal with a weakling like Jordan?” I asked.
“Taking a hit or two doesn’t mean anything to me.” Damien trained his gaze on me. He said huskily, “Greedy people need to be punished in one way or another, after all.” I didn’t expect to hear that.
