Chapter 70 - Morgan's Arrival

Damon didn't say a word the whole time we were on our way back to the apartment from the club, and he was driving extremely fast.
　　I think at this point Damon must want to have the instant transfer skill, just as I do now.
　　Having just opened the door to the apartment, Damon lost control of himself as he picked me up and headed towards the bed, while lowering his head to engage me in a kiss.
　　Just then, a very inappropriate voice rang out.
　　"Goo-" It was a sound coming from my stomach.
　　I buried my head in Damon's chest in shame and refused to come out, Damon got up and left me with a helpless look on his face as he put me to bed.
　　"Where are you going?" Damon's blazing heat suddenly disappeared, causing me to shiver, and I clutched the corner of Damon's shirt, looking at him nervously.
　　"Cook for the hungry little foxes, and eat before you have the strength to face the intense exercise of the night." Damon said, smiling at me dotingly.
　　My cheeks were already red with shame, but now they were so red that they were almost ready to explode.
　　"I didn't mean to." I lowered my head, very embarrassed.
　　Damon just gave me a quick scratch on the tip of my nose and went to the kitchen to prepare the food.
　　Instead, I borrowed the time to take a quick shower in the bathroom and pick out a favorite outfit to change into.
　　Damon hadn't finished cooking when I wrapped my arms around Damon' waist from behind.
　　　　His waist... with its toned abs... is a big part of why he always leads me to lasting pleasure, I think.
　　"Do you need my help?" I pressed my head against his broad spine and asked the question naturally.
　　After I said that, I realized that we were now acting as if we were only doing things between lovers, and it made me feel very sweet.
　　Damon turned off the stove and turned to hug me the same way, dotingly saying, "No, it's all done."
　　"Click, click." The sound of the door lock caught my attention and I looked in the direction of the front door of the house.
　　Surprised, I looked up at Damon, who I noticed was blushing a bit and let go of me, moving a step away from me.
　　"Who is it?" I looked in the direction of the door to the room, curious as to who could have made Damon react like that.
　　"What are you doing here!" I exclaimed at the same time as the man at the door when the person who opened the door appeared.
　　We looked at each other in amazement, and I saw undisguised hostility in each other's eyes.
　　The person who opened the door was none other than Morgan, someone I never expected to run into in the apartment.
　　"Why is she here?" Morgan glared, pointing at me angrily, questioning Damon.
I had the same question and turned my head to Damon, trying to get a reasonable explanation out of him.
"It's the interviewer who came to apply for my personal assistant job."
Damon's voice was cold and completely devoid of the gentleness with which he had spoken to me earlier.
I looked at him in amazement, unable to believe that those were the words coming out of Damon's mouth.
Morgan looked me up and down, my mask still on my face and not removed, she didn't seem to recognize me as Sophie's sister.
"Why are you wearing a mask, are you too ugly to let us see your face? Damon, your aesthetic has really plummeted lately." Morgan's voice was contemptuous and full of contempt as she stood there with her arms over her chest like a proud princess.
Being of the same noble birth and having a similar family background, how could I stand Morgan insulting me like that.
I stepped forward and was about to argue my case when Damon held me back, his voice remaining cold as he asked Morgan, "What was it that you wanted to see me about."
I stood behind Damon, my body shaking uncontrollably, my anger almost about to spill out.
"Looking for a date with you, of course." Morgan's voice was very high, as if she had deliberately raised the pitch of her voice to make sure I heard her clearly.
Morgan's comment drew even more anger from me, not just at Morgan for provoking me here, but more because of Damon's anger at me for lying to me.
I remember very clearly that he had told me that Morgan was no longer his fiancée.
So how do you explain Morgan's presence in the apartment now, and on top of that Morgan has the keys to the apartment!
And the idea that the apartment existed just for me was all a joke at this point.
If at this point, Damon had told me his reasons , I think I would have forgiven him. I just didn't get the answer I wanted.
"OK," Damon's voice was soft, but to me it sounded like rolling thunder in the sky, shattering all my sanity straight away.
Morgan got a response from Damon and happily ran over, reaching for Damon's arm.
"Let's go, then. By the way, this applicant looks a little less than stupid, and I don't think she's up to the job of your personal assistant." Morgan measured herself over, her eyes flashing at me with intense hostility, but her tone of voice was extremely soft and sappy.
By this point, I had completely lost all sense of reason and forcibly reached out to separate Morgan from holding Damon's arm and stormed out the door of the apartment and threw it shut with all my strength.
Then I crouched in the doorway as if I'd lost all strength and buried my head in the crook of my arm.
Tears poured out like an open flood, and I bit my lip tightly to keep from crying out.
Neither Damon nor Morgan came out of the apartment until my tears were no longer flowing.
I think of the dishes Damon made for me and the lustful look in his eyes ......
I can't even imagine what could have happened with Damon and Morgan in the middle of the room.
What was even more unimaginable to me was how many times I had been intimate with Damon and how much he had done for me, and that I had even met his parents.
I thought we had a relationship that was more than a mere agreement, and I thought that maybe we could get a little closer.
And now, Damon hadn't even gone out to look for me.
I guess everything about the story that unfolded between Damon and me was just my imagination alone.
Eventually, my whole body was numb and I desperately needed a window to vent, flipping through my phone contacts, picking them out one by one, and finally putting the phone down in dismay.
Who would I be able to turn to for grievances when no one else could even know about the relationship between Damon and me.
Eventually, I dialed William's number.
"William ......," I called William's name as calmly as I could once the call was answered.
But the voice was unmistakably hoarse, like the cry of a crow.
"Selena, what's happened to you?"