Chapter 388
Chapter 388:
“If the press sees an ambulance,” Damon hissed through gritted teeth, “Luna stock will tank. We’re in the middle of a merger negotiation. I can’t look weak p>
“He’s faking it,” Cathey spat. “He threw himself onto the glass. I didn’t touch him p>
“Liar!” Damon roared at her. “You threw the vase! Get out before I call security p>
Cathey looked at Eliza, her eyes narrowing. “You’re an idiot if you believe him, Eliza. He’s playing you. He called you before the glass even hit the floor p>
“Go!” Damon shouted.
ոо𝗏𝘦𝗅s 𝗶ո 𝘵𝘳𝘦n𝘥 𝗼𝗻 ѕ.𝖼𝗼𝗺
Cathey threw the statue onto the sofa with a thud. She snatched her purse. “Fine. Have him. The things I do for my family.” She paused at the door, her voice dropping into something bitter and flat. “He’s broke anyway.” She stormed out, her heels clicking angrily against the marble floor.
Eliza didn’t have time to process Cathey’s words. She ripped the scarf from her neck and wrapped it tightly around Damon’s arm, above the wound. “We have to go to a hospital. If not an ambulance, then I’ll drive you p>
“Private clinic,” Damon groaned, letting his head fall against her shoulder. “Dr. Evans. He’s on the payroll. No records p>
“Fine. Can you stand p>
Eliza helped him up. He was heavy, leaning his entire weight against her, his scent a close mixture of sweat and expensive cologne. As she struggled to support him, his face found the crook of her neck, and he inhaled deeply.
“You smell good,” he mumbled.
Eliza stiffened. “Focus on walking, Damon p>
She dragged him to his car — a low-slung sports car parked in the driveway — shoved him into the passenger seat, and got behind the wheel.
As she peeled out of the driveway, Damon watched her profile. The pain in his arm was real; he had made sure to slice deep enough to bleed convincingly. But the adrenaline of having her this close was better than any painkiller. This had been a calculated risk, a desperate play to get her back in his orbit — and it was working.
He reached out with his bloody hand and covered hers on the gearshift.
“I knew you’d come,” he whispered. “You still care p>
“I’m doing this because I’m a human being,” Eliza said, keeping her eyes on the road. “Don’t read into it p>
“Cathey is crazy,” Damon said. “She found out I was talking to you about the consultancy. She got jealous p>
“She said you did it to yourself,” Eliza said, glancing at him.
“Why would I cut my own arm?” Damon laughed weakly. “I’m not a masochist, Eliza p>
He was lying. He was a gambler. And a gambler knew you had to put chips on the table to win the pot. A few stitches were a small price to pay to get Eliza Solomon back in his passenger seat.
Behind them, two car lengths back, a black sedan followed at a matching speed.
Inside the sedan, Simmons spoke into his earpiece.
“Target is mobile. Eliza is driving. Damon is injured. They’re heading to the private clinic on 5th p>