Chapter 22

Chapter 22: Chapter 22

When I felt a chill in my chest, I realized I might be underdressed. However, Damon seemed unbothered and wanted to continue. I put a hand on Damon's chest, my gaze icy, and said, "Are you testing me again?" My words hit him like a bucket of cold water, putting out the desire in his eyes. He stared at me for a few seconds before laying back down again, the whole process cold and quick, as if everything that just happened was an illusion. I silently turned my back to Damon and fell asleep, but my heart was filled with a deep sense of loss. There was a time when I had thought about seducing Damon, even imagined having a child with him and living a simple and happy life. But now, all I wanted was for him to divorce me so we could each live our own lives. Because I went to bed late, I didn't wake up until noon. It was only then that I noticed several messages on my phone. One was from Lisa, saying they had to return due to some urgent matter. Another was from Clara, asking if I wanted to take a gig at a concert. And then there was a message from an unknown number, which shocked me. It was a photo of me pulling Joshua away from the parking lot last night. From the angle of the photo, we looked like a couple, but Joshua looked battered and pitiful. I racked my brain for a minute, considering all possibilities. Was I caught by the paparazzi? Or did those three fat guys have accomplices who took the photo? Despite my father and husband's prominent positions, I have always kept a low profile. Especially after marrying Damon, even Luna and her friends couldn't get me to go out, so how could I attract the attention of the paparazzi? Unable to come up with a reasonable explanation, I decided to call the unknown number, but the call was hung up as soon as it went through. So I texted back: Who is this? Can you tell me your name?

If that photo got out, even if my relationship with Joshua was normal, it would be misunderstood. I just wanted to live a low-key life without becoming a hot topic. The reply came quickly. It was Jones. I was almost scared silly. Was he also at the parking lot last night? And he took a photo of Joshua and me! He had suspected something between Joshua and me at the hospital before. Now, no matter how I explained, it would be useless. I quickly texted back: The person in the photo is indeed me, but you must've misunderstood. How about I take you out for a meal and explain everything? Then Jones went silent as if the number was nonexistent. Unable to hold back, I dialed his number again. This time, he picked up. "Send me the time and place for the meal." His response surprised me a bit. "Alright." I hung up the phone and, after some consideration, chose to meet at the Hotel. Since the misunderstanding happened there, it seemed appropriate to explain it there as well. Jones replied simply, "Ok." With a heavy heart, I spent the rest of the day until seven in the evening. I changed my clothes and went to the Hotel, picked the most high-end private room, and ordered lots of dishes. I didn't believe that after eating so much, he wouldn't be convinced by me. "Ms. Brooks, here is the surveillance video you asked for." The hotel manager appeared before me again, respectfully handing over a USB stick with the CCTV footage from the parking lot last night. "Alright, thank you." I took it and gave a small nod. After a while, Jones finally showed up. He wore a brown shirt and looked elegant. He sat across from me and said directly, "You can explain now." "Let's chat while we eat," I tried to keep my composure, flashing a casual smile. "What's your relationship with Joshua?" Jones asked directly, not playing along with my pace. I calmly replied, "We're just friends, we met by chance. I even know his girlfriend!"

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