Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 115: Do You Like Him?

There was someone in his heart.

Others didn’t know who was in Damian Hawthorne’s heart, but Hugo Grant did.

Luna. She had been with Damian through the hardest time in his life, back when he was blind.

As for the most important woman in Damian Hawthorne’s heart, it had to be her.

He used to think Cecilia Nathan was the one who could capture his heart, until Serena Hughes showed up...

"Damian, get a grip." Hugo Grant’s words were for Damian, but he was also trying to convince himself.

’Since Cecilia chose Miles Sinclair, all I can do is wish them well.’

Damian Hawthorne shot him a lazy glance, his lips curling into a cold smirk. "If she were with a normal guy, I’d let it slide. But this Miles Sinclair... something is off about him."

"Damian Hawthorne, this is between me and Hugo, so please, stay out of it." Cecilia didn’t want to get into it with Damian. She pulled her hand away and backed off.

She raised her head, staring straight at Damian Hawthorne.

Meeting this pair of doe-like, pure eyes, Damian Hawthorne sneered, "You trust him that much?"

"Yes." Cecilia nodded without hesitation.

Damian’s lips curved. "Fine. Whatever happens, don’t regret it."

"I won’t regret it," Cecilia said with certainty. "I know what kind of person Hugo is better than any of you."

"Right, right, right... He’s a saint, and we’re all scumbags and villains." Damian laughed, exasperated.

Before, when Cecilia defended him like this, he hadn’t felt much of anything. It wasn’t until she started defending someone else that Damian realized how infuriating it was.

"Ahem." Hugo Grant coughed into his fist. "Don’t drag us into this. You’re the only scumbag here."

Damian Hawthorne: "..."

Damian’s brow twitched, the anger in his heart burning fiercely. He shot a sidelong glance at Hugo Grant and said sarcastically, "My dear Hugo, let’s get going. We shouldn’t interrupt their little reunion."

The phrase "My Hugo" made Hugo Grant’s face darken.

But Damian Hawthorne was furious right now, and Hugo Grant knew that arguing back would be useless.

"Let’s go."

Hugo Grant waved to her. "Cecilia, we’re leaving now."

Watching Damian Hawthorne’s retreating back, Cecilia pressed her lips together, silent.

Her chest felt tight, as if a heavy stone was pressing down on it.

After they left, Miles Sinclair took off his baseball cap and looked warmly at Cecilia. "Cecilia, let’s continue discussing the plan."

Hearing that familiar voice, an indescribable mix of sorrow and impulse rose in Cecilia’s heart.

"Hugo, what on earth have you been doing all these years?"

Miles Sinclair smiled. "Didn’t I tell you? I went abroad. You know my dad offended a rich man when I was young. I was afraid of retaliation, so I fled the country."

"But that rich man never took revenge on you." Cecilia’s voice trembled, her face filled with pain. "You could have come back anytime all these years..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Back then, after hearing the news of Hugo’s death, her life was a living hell, and she almost died herself.

If Hugo had really died, that would have been one thing. But now he was standing right in front of her, alive and well.

If he was alive, he could have told her. He didn’t have to let her suffer for so many years.

It wasn’t just Damian and the others who were suspicious; Cecilia wasn’t so sure herself.

’Is the Hugo of today really the same Hugo from back then?’

"Back at the hospital, after the doctors announced they couldn’t save you, I didn’t eat a single grain of rice for a week." Cecilia’s voice held a barely perceptible sob.

"I’m sorry..." Miles Sinclair suddenly took her hand.

Cecilia looked down, her long eyelashes hiding the pain in her eyes. She pulled her hand back and said flatly, "Why have you appeared by my side now?"

"Because I want to be with you." Miles Sinclair paused. "Before, I thought you liked Damian Hawthorne, so I didn’t dare disturb your life. I thought you would marry him... I never expected him to be such a scumbag, falling for someone else just like that."

"Cecilia, my teammates all know I like you. They know I’ve been waiting for the moment I’d have a chance."

"Can we... go back to how things were?"

Miles Sinclair’s voice was tinged with timidity and a hint of a plea.

Seeing him like this, a pang of pain shot through Cecilia’s heart.

The Hugo of the past was a brilliant student, the golden boy of the school everyone looked up to. Not only did many girls like him, but even the boys saw him as their idol and goal.

The Hugo of the past was neither servile nor overbearing when he was with her—gentle, but not conceited.

Not like now, where his words were laced with a deliberate attempt to curry favor.

"Hugo, do you know why I got together with Damian Hawthorne?" Cecilia sighed. "If you hadn’t passed away, Damian and I would have never even met. I certainly wouldn’t have been the one to pursue him."

"Is that so?" Miles Sinclair’s lips parted slightly, a hint of surprise on his face. "So, you don’t actually like Damian Hawthorne at all, do you? You were with him because of me?"

Damian Hawthorne, who had left only to return, heard this. His fingers tightened, his knuckles cracking.

After Damian had left, he thought about what Sharon Quincy had done and decided to tell Cecilia what he’d found out.

The large truck had been rented by the driver. Although the man had fled, the culprit could be traced through the rental information.

His first reaction to the news was fury. He had meant to tell Cecilia about it in person, but he had completely forgotten when he came over.

He never expected to return just in time to hear Miles Sinclair’s question.

Damian Hawthorne pressed his lips together, his eyes narrowing.

He also wanted to know if Cecilia actually liked him or not.

’If she doesn’t like me, then why has she been by my side for all these years?’

’She wasn’t after money or status. Was it really just for charity?’

Cecilia looked at Miles Sinclair’s face. The words "I don’t like him" swirled in her throat, and just as she was about to say them, CRASH! The sound of shattering glass exploded in the shop.

Cecilia glanced back and saw Damian Hawthorne standing with his hands behind his back, surrounded by shards of glass.

"My apologies. I accidentally broke a glass." Damian stood there, a roguish smile on his face.

His hands were behind his back, hiding the bloodstains.

But his hand wouldn’t stop trembling slightly, just like the emotions he had been suppressing, which now seemed ready to erupt.

He didn’t know what came over him just then. He suddenly didn’t want to hear her answer.

Cecilia’s eyes flickered to his injured hand. She walked over to a drawer and took out some gauze.

She had intended to just hand him the gauze to wrap it himself, but when she saw the wound on Damian Hawthorne’s wrist, she frowned slightly. "That looks a little serious. Maybe you should go to the hospital."

"No need." Damian Hawthorne took the gauze from her, wrapped it around his hand a few times, bit the end, and deftly tied a knot. His movements were so practiced it was as if he had rehearsed them countless times.

He had crushed the glass in his hand, so the gash it left was quite large.

Cecilia watched the blood seep through the gauze, her voice a little hoarse. "Why did you come back?"