Cecilia Nathan froze for a moment.
Damian Hawthorne's voice faltered, and his expression stiffened. 'I can't believe I just said something like that.'
Cecilia smiled teasingly, as if she had long since seen through him. "Damian Hawthorne, don't tell me... you've fallen in love with me?"
Her mocking question made Damian's face turn cold. "I will never fall in love with anyone, and especially not you."
"I just never expected the person who claimed to like me to be so fickle."
"Fickle?" A faint smile touched Cecilia's lips. "No matter how fickle I am, I can't compare to Mr. Hawthorne and his reputation as a playboy."
Their sarcastic words left no room for reconciliation between them.
"A playboy..." Damian sneered. "And how are you any better?"
"You pursued me while you clearly had Hugo in your heart. Compared to me being a playboy, isn't what you did even worse?" Damian raised an eyebrow at her, an unreadable emotion swirling in his eyes.
