Chapter 27 How Could Damian Not Want You

Erin started to unbutton Damian's shirt restlessly. She said, "Damian, take me… Only you can protect me…" Damian's entire body stiffened. The fragrance and softness of the woman in his arms stirred no desire in him. Instead, what he felt was an inexplicable sense of disgust. The moment he pushed Erin away, the image of Lila's cold and distant face flashed through his mind. He had no idea what he was doing. Suddenly, Damian shoved Erin away forcefully, causing her to fall to the ground in a disheveled heap. "I'm sorry," he uttered as he turned and rushed out of the mausoleum without looking back. He was in such a rush that he didn't notice his phone slip from his pocket, landing on the heavy wooden console. Erin sat there blankly, her fists clenching tighter and tighter. She didn't know why Damian was treating her like this. In what way was she inferior to that bitch, Lila? Just as despair began to swallow her whole, something black at the corner of her eye caught her attention