Chapter 175

It was nearly time to leave. Autumn picked up her suitcase and headed downstairs. From across the room, she caught sight of Damien. Sensing her gaze, he turned, meeting her eyes with an icy stare. Just like that, their third wedding anniversary had passed. Autumn looked away and walked toward Dawson. Without a word, he rose and made his way outside. They boarded Dawson's private jet bound for Havenmoor. Damien watched them leave, jaw locked and eyes brimming with biting sarcasm. Damien had been trying to figure out the meaning behind Dawson's look. From a young age, Dawson had always been a snob who looked down on the Caldwell family. Every time they crossed paths, Damien would relentlessly call him the Caldwell family's bastard. True to his word, Dawson never breathed a word of it to his grandfather. And because of that, Damien's hatred for him only grew stronger. Dawson never seemed to care about anything, not even Damien's cruel insults. He had never once truly met Damie