Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 124: Hugo, Don’t Like Her Anymore

Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes at Justin Bell’s words.

"President Hawthorne, I don’t think that’s very likely. Think about it. Miss Luna had only ever met you. Even though you didn’t speak to each other, you lived together for so long. You must have learned each other’s habits."

"According to the information you gave me, Miss Luna and Miss Cecilia Nathan have completely different tastes."

"Besides, you’ve been looking for Miss Luna this whole time. Miss Cecilia Nathan was so in love with you back then. If she knew you were looking for her, there’s no reason she wouldn’t have admitted who she was."

The more Justin Bell thought about it, the less likely it seemed.

"In love with me?" Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled into a cold smile. "The one she loves is Miles Sinclair, not me."

His eyes darting, Justin Bell stammered out an explanation. "Miles Sinclair is history. In my opinion, Miss Cecilia Nathan definitely likes you more. If she’d been in love with Miles Sinclair the whole time, she never would have gotten involved with you, would she?"

Damian’s lips curled. He was smiling, but it gave off an unmistakable chill.

Justin Bell whispered, "Do you want to meet them?"

"Yes. Since we’ve tracked them down, let’s meet them."

’I refuse to believe that Luna could just vanish into thin air.’

...

「In a small alley off Korsyth Pedestrian Street.」

Wearing sunglasses and a hat, Miles Sinclair looked at the approaching figure and asked in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

The newcomer was a young woman wearing a short, padded jacket. Her hair was tied in two pigtails, and with her straight bangs and big eyes, she looked like a doll.

"Miles, are you really going to get together with that Cecilia Nathan?" Tears welled up in the young woman’s eyes as she spoke. "She’s so in love with Damian Hawthorne. She stopped loving you a long time ago. What’s the point of forcing it?"

"You don’t need to concern yourself with my affairs," Miles Sinclair said, his tone detached. "I told you long ago not to wait for me. I have my own plans. If you can’t wait, then don’t."

"I’ll wait! I can wait!" she cried, throwing herself into Miles Sinclair’s arms. "As long as there’s a chance for us, I’m willing to wait a lifetime for you."

"Quinn, don’t." Miles Sinclair pushed her away, exasperated. Cold indifference brewed in his dark eyes. "You’re willing to wait for me, and I’m willing to wait for Cecilia."

"No!" Quinn Sutton clung to him again. "I know you don’t love her anymore, just like she doesn’t love you."

"Miles, please, I’m begging you... don’t be with her. You can’t win against Damian Hawthorne."

Quinn Sutton pleaded through her tears.

Miles Sinclair remained unmoved, merely pushing her away dispassionately.

Just a few minutes later, Miles Sinclair was gone from the street.

「On a tall building not far away.」

Damian Hawthorne’s long fingers caressed a pair of binoculars. His cuffs were rolled up, revealing firm forearms. He turned around lazily, his brown eyes growing deeper, almost intoxicating.

"President Hawthorne, what on earth is Miles Sinclair up to?" Justin Bell was completely lost.

’If Miles Sinclair really loved Cecilia, he should have stayed faithful to her all these years. So who is this woman that just popped up out of nowhere?’

"Well, they haven’t seen each other in years. It’s not strange for things to change." ’Damian recalled how relentlessly Cecilia had pursued him. Back then, she wanted nothing—not even a formal title—only to be allowed to stay by his side.’

’At first, he was just curious how long she could keep it up, with no intention of actually starting a relationship with her.’

’But then, his eye injury flared up, and Cecilia had braved a storm to get him to the hospital.’

’Other than Luna, she was the first woman to ever be so devoted to him.’

’Yes, devoted.’

’He, Damian Hawthorne, had played the field for so long. Plenty of women had liked him, and some had pursued him obsessively. But the moment they remembered—or even saw—his eye injury, they all fled, terrified of being saddled with him for life.’

’In Korsyth’s wealthy circles, a blind man was no different from a useless cripple.’

’The time he was blind was the time he was abandoned by the entire Hawthorne family.’

’He never wanted to go back to those days.’

’Only with Luna and Cecilia had he ever felt a glimmer of genuine affection.’

’And now, even that affection was about to be taken from him.’

At the thought, it felt as if ten thousand needles pierced Damian Hawthorne’s heart. An intense pain radiated out from his chest, spreading rapidly through his body, lancing through every inch of his flesh.

’Did it hurt?’

’Not as much as the treatments for his eyes. And not nearly as much as the pain of seeing Cecilia look at Miles Sinclair with such love.’

"President Hawthorne, should I send these photos to Miss Cecilia Nathan?"

Justin Bell’s words pulled Damian Hawthorne back from his thoughts.

The pain receded, and Damian Hawthorne closed his eyes, a cold sweat beading on his forehead.

The instant photos Justin Bell had taken developed, the images shifting from black to full color. In the pictures, the young woman was clinging tightly to Miles Sinclair, and his expression as he looked at her held a hint of pity.

’There’s no way there isn’t something going on between them.’

’If Miss Cecilia Nathan knew Miles Sinclair had a pursuer like that, I wonder if she’d back off.’

"That won’t be necessary."

’Sending the photos to Cecilia now would make me look petty.’

"Hugo Grant was right. If I can’t make her happy, then I should let someone else do it."

Justin Bell hesitated, but finally couldn’t stop himself from speaking. "But this Miles Sinclair... he doesn’t seem like a good guy."

’Justin Bell absolutely didn’t believe that people could come back from the dead.’

Damian Hawthorne raised an eyebrow. He looked at the photo, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Send them to Hugo Grant."

’If I give them to Cecilia, it’ll look like I’m trying to stir up trouble. But if Hugo gives them to her, that’s a different story.’

「The Grant Family Villa.」

Justin Bell stood before the Grant family’s villa, handing the photos to Hugo Grant.

"Mr. Grant, President Hawthorne asked me to give these to you."

Hugo Grant smiled as he flipped through the photos. "Damian wants me to give these to Cecilia?"

"That’s right! You’re brilliant, President Grant!" Justin Bell couldn’t resist giving him a thumbs-up. "It wouldn’t be right for President Hawthorne to be the one to give them to her. But you... you clearly aren’t the type to stir up trouble. If they come from you, Miss Cecilia Nathan will be more inclined to believe it."

Hugo’s hand, holding the photos, paused. "Damian... he still hasn’t given up?"

"Sigh... President Grant, that Miles Sinclair is just no good. A guy who comes back from the dead... he’s just bad news. I consider Miss Cecilia Nathan a friend, too. And personally, even if she doesn’t end up with President Hawthorne, she shouldn’t be with a guy like that. Besides..." Justin Bell gestured toward the photos with his chin and sighed. "Those two... you can tell just by looking that there’s something going on."

After looking through the photos, Hugo Grant didn’t immediately agree.

"I’m not giving these photos to Cecilia. I’ll support whatever she wants. As for this, I’ll investigate it myself. Go back and tell Damian to let go of this obsession."

’Cecilia... she was his obsession, and she was Damian’s obsession, too.’

"President Grant, there’s something I’d like to ask you," Justin Bell said out of the blue. "Do you really love Miss Cecilia Nathan?"

Hugo’s hand paused. He looked up, his gaze turning cold on his usually gentle face. "Why do you ask?"