Chapter 56 - Drugged

I felt the pain like tearing in my lower body, and the tears in my eyes could no longer hold back and kept dripping down.
Damon was like a beast, just mechanically venting his desire on top of me.
Finally Damon finished venting all his desire and collapsed on top of me.
A pair of shining eyes closed tightly and fell asleep directly on the bed.
The trembling hands had given away my current mood.
I could not tolerate Damon forcing himself on me like this, it was an insult to me and I felt angry and bitter.
The person on the bed had fiery red hair and a handsome side face, and was sleeping soundly.
Collapsing on the edge of the bed, I picked myself up with both hands.
My mind was now in a state of confusion, and I had no idea how to face the situation in front of me.
Finally I staggered to my feet and walked to the bathroom to get a basin of water.
I stood by the bed, looking at Damon's sleeping form, and poured a basin of cold water straight down.
"Damn it, who is it!"
Damon cursed as he sat up straight from the bed.
As he fixed his eyes on my face, he also saw the basin of water in my hand.
"Little fox, want to exercise with me so eagerly that you don't even put on your clothes?"
Damon brushed his soaked hair and probably found a pose he thought was cool to look at me.
I looked at him with cold eyes, "Awake? Isn't it time to explain to me what you did earlier?"
I pulled a chair from the side and sat on it, crossing my legs and waiting for him to give me a reasonable explanation.
Damon seemed to sense my serious attitude, and also sat up straight and looked around.
The expression that was just now a flirtatious face also turned into a serious one.
"Why am I in your room?" He asked me tentatively.
"Damon-san seems to be very skilled at things like going over the wall, and was able to easily find my room even when drunk to that extent."
I still looked at Damon coldly, trying to keep my mind calm.
"I just don't know if he went to other people's rooms first to make out before coming to me."
By now both of Damon's eyebrows had knitted together and his eyes had taken on some emotion.
"Damn, what the hell are you talking about, I've never even kissed any woman except you!"
Damon seemed very angry at what I had just said.
However, the lipstick on the corner of his mouth, as well as the smell of perfume on his body, were all discovered by me personally.
"That's just your excuse."
Damon got off the bed and walked over to me, propped up on the back of the chair with one hand, his turquoise eyes looking at me seriously.
"Little fox, do you think I have the need to lie to you?"
Facing him with this oppressive aura made me lean back unconsciously, and finally I looked away from him and stopped looking him in the eyes.
"But I saw the lipstick on the corner of your mouth." I muttered in a small voice, still refusing to admit defeat.
"Is this you being jealous?" Damon suddenly laughed, once again reverting to his flamboyant nature.
"I'm not!" I immediately denied.
"You believe me, it was she who put something in my drink, and I will find evidence to prove my innocence."
Damon righted my face, made me look him in the eyes, and seriously explained with me.
"I'll wait for your proof, now you can leave."
I looked Damon in the eyes, stood up, forced Damon back, and said to him.
Only the pain from the tearing of both legs made me unexpectedly unsteady for a moment and crooked to the side.
Damon reached down and pulled me to the bed in one smooth motion, and forced my thighs apart to scrutinize the consequences of his evening roughness.
I was filled with shame and indignation, but helplessly, I had no chance against his strength and was only able to let him examine me.
"It seems I'm not a gentleman at all tonight, mind you that's not the real me."
Damon explained when he finished his inspection and saw that I refused to look at him.
I ignored him and covered myself with the covers, refusing to let him see any more of my skin.
Damon didn't move for half a day, so I secretly pulled down a corner of the quilt to peek at him to see if he was gone.
What I ended up with was Damon's handsome face super close up.
"Don't be angry, I'll take you to the doctor." Damon coaxed me like a child.
"I don't need to." I once again buried my head under the covers and replied gamely.
"But my wound is still bleeding and I don't know if I'll bleed to death."
I thought about how the wound had been split open when Damon barged in, and how it must have gotten worse after all this time, which made me willing to stick my head out.
"Even angry is so fox-like."
Damon looked at me and rubbed my hair.
By now Damon had long since put on his own clothes, and there was still quite a bit of blood on his shirt, which looked to have dried up.
Because the lower part of the tear is more serious, Damon is forced to help me dress.
It was now three in the morning, the servants outside had long since rested, and Damon sneaked me into his car.
I covered my face with a thick hat and scarf so that the doorman couldn't see who I was.
"My woman, too, for you to see?"
Damon was obviously quite displeased that the doorman kept ogling me, and his voice was cold.
The doorman didn't dare to say anything more and opened the door directly.
Because of Damon's identity, the parents probably had already instructed all the servants in advance.
With Damon's ability to destroy our family, it is a very easy thing to do.
And this time Sophie and Green's marriage, how they met, it all makes me wonder, of course I have not not speculated that this is actually just a business marriage.
But there was nothing in our family that was worthy of the needs and designs of the Van Dornhelmwoods.
"What's on your mind, little fox?" Damon broke the silence on the road.
"I was thinking, who is the person on your phone wallpaper?"
By Damon suddenly asked questions, can not say my true thoughts, casually found an excuse to try to put off the past.
Only this sentence just said, I regret, this is not my identity should ask the question.
And Damon also fell into silence, I even felt the body have a moment of stagnation.
"Of course, this is your privacy, you can not have to answer." I mentally cursed my recklessness and embarrassingly relieved myself.