Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122 Thanks for Looking Out for Me

His glare turned murderous. 

What's his deal?

It was just a simple misunderstanding.

Not the end of the world!

She quickened her steps and strode outside.

Whatever, she couldn't let anyone else get caught up in this mess.

Behind her, Damian moved with lethal precision—maintaining exact three-step distance like a prison guard transporting a death row inmate. The chill radiating from him could've frozen the entire dining room.

Theodore's chair screeched as he leapt up. "Violet!" His voice cracked mid-panic. "We have to do something! He's—"

Killian mused to himself.

Why does he seem so familiar and chummy with both Beatrice and Violet?

Violet scoffed, "Just focus on your meal. Don't stick your nose into grown-ups' business, kiddo." With that, she gave Theodore a light tap on the forehead.

"Violet!"

"Cut it out! If you keep pestering me, I'll give you a good whack. Go back to your seat. Damian will need this one when he returns later."

"You're such a heartless woman!"

"Yeah, yeah. I'm as cold-blooded as they come."

*****

The more Killian listened to their exchange, the more he sensed that something wasn't right. He recalled that Violet had previously mentioned that this guy was the younger brother of one of Beatrice's friends.

Killian queried, "Ms. Hudson, he can't actually be your brother, can he?"

Violet nodded without a hint of hesitation. "Yes, he is. Let me introduce him. This is Theodore, my own flesh-and-blood brother. Do you think we resemble each other a bit?"

Ethan, who was seated beside them, nearly choked on his steak. "He's your brother? But didn't you say he was the younger brother of one of Beatrice's friends?"

Violet retorted, "Well, I am Beatie's friend."

She pointed at herself and then at her brother. "The younger brother of Beatie's friend. Is there something wrong with that?"

Ethan and Killian were left speechless, completely taken aback.

Why did you have to bewilder Damian?

*****

Beatrice stepped out of the restaurant.

As she was about to turn around, a large, firm hand pressed on her lower back, gently but insistently pushing her into the elevator.

Damian casually pressed the button for their floor.

Beatrice attempted to squirm free from his hold, but he deftly grasped her belt and yanked her back, preventing her escape.

Beatrice shot him a fierce, indignant glare.

Surely, there's no need to restrain me like this.

Do you really think I could make a run for it in this tiny elevator?

Damian stared straight ahead, his expression a blank mask, his eyes as frigid and unyielding as a snowfield buffeted by howling winds.

When the elevator reached their floor, he guided her out and into his room.

The door swung open and then clicked shut behind them.

Seizing the moment when he released her briefly to open the door, Beatrice darted forward, eager to create some distance between them.

She had taken only a few hasty steps when his arm shot out and encircled her waist once more. This time, his hold was more forceful, a blatant display of dominance.

Driven by a surge of raw emotion, he bent her waist and pulled her roughly into his embrace. Her waist was so soft that his hand could encircle it with ease, yet it possessed an alluring plumpness.

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" Beatrice writhed against Damian's unyielding grip, her pulse hammering where his fingers bit into her skin. "I shouldn't have assumed—about you and Ms. Whitmore. Just... let go!"

Damian lowered his dark, brooding eyes and murmured, "That's not why I'm angry."

"Then why—"

"Figure it out." His eyes narrowed dangerously, and his arm instinctively tightened its hold.

Beatrice's heart was pounding so wildly that it felt as though it would burst out of her chest, making it impossible for her to think clearly.

How am I supposed to know?

She felt something pressing insistently against her waist, and a rush of heat flooded her cheeks, turning them a vivid shade of red. "Can't we just sit down and have a civilized conversation?"

"Don't dodge the issue."

"What the hell! Who in their right mind has a conversation in a position like this!" She stamped her foot in a mixture of shame and anger.

The moment the words left her lips, Damian spun her around, pinning her against the corner of the room, their bodies pressed against each other, face to face.

Beatrice was rendered speechless, her mind reeling.

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