Trapped in the boss's embrace (by Katrina A) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 I Am Hungry

A long arm shot out, stopping Harper from falling.

“Harper, I know you’re not drunk. Drop the act.”

Damian’s patience had finally snapped.

Harper opened her clear, glistening eyes and glared at him. “Can’t you just be a little considerate for once?”

“I should be saying that to you.” His voice was cold enough to freeze the air. “Either sit properly, or get out of the car.”

Even the driver in front tensed, holding his breath.

Beatrice stole a glance at the rearview mirror.

Harper stubbornly blinked back the tears brimming in her eyes, clearly struggling to hold herself together.

“Stop the car!” she suddenly shouted.

Of course, the driver didn’t dare. He only listened to Damian.

Worried Harper might actually jump out, Beatrice quickly told the driver to lock the doors.

Sure enough, a second later, Harper reached for the handle and yanked–only to find it locked.

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Even as she made a dangerous move like that, Damian didn’t so much as flinch. His expression remained cold and unmoved, as if silently saying–If you want to throw your life away, go ahead.

“You hate me that much…”

Harper broke down.

She pulled her knees up to her chest and buried her face in them, sobbing quietly–her misery soaking through the silence like ink on

paper.

Her heart–wrenching sobs tugged at Beatrice’s own memories of heartbreak. With a sigh, she pulled a tissue from her bag and reached over to hand it to her.

“Ms. Lawson.”

Damian’s sharp voice snapped through the air like a whip.

Beatrice froze, then quietly withdrew her hand.

Men. Either unfaithful… or heartless.

Damian caught her expression in the mirror–righteous, resentful,

furious–and let out a short, humorless laugh.

黃黃黃黃營

The car pulled up at the hotel.

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Beatrice sighed silently.

This whole night was a damn performance.

Once inside the room, Harper muttered, “I’m taking a bath.”

“You shouldn’t,” Beatrice said quickly. “It’s dangerous to bathe after drinking. I’ll get you some honey water.”

But Harper ignored her and made for the bathroom.

Beatrice hurried to block her.

“If anything happens to you in there, how am I supposed to explain it to Mr. Crowley? Come on, you know it’s not safe. You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

Harper’s composure cracked. Tears welled in her eyes.

Beatrice gently guided her to the sofa.

She couldn’t help but think–how could someone so stunning, so graceful, be this heartbreakingly sad?

She picked up the phone and asked the hotel staff to send up some honey water.

Just as she hung up, her screen lit up again.

She only had two contacts on this phone–Damian and Killian.

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Seeing Damian’s name, she instinctively glanced at Harper.

He must’ve calmed down and was calling to check on her, she figured.

She answered, “Hello?”

“Come up.”

His voice was curt.

Beatrice blinked. “Okay.”

She hung up, then walked over to Harper.

“Mr. Crowley wants me in his suite. I’ll be back soon–please stay here and rest.”

Harper slowly lifted her head from the pillow.

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Her eyes swept over Beatrice from head to toe, distant and unreadable. Then, suddenly, she let out a hollow, bitter smile.

“Go on,” she said softly.

Beatrice was confused.

What did Harper’s gaze mean? That cold smile–what was she implying?

Beatrice opened her mouth, wanting to explain, but the words stuck in her throat.

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Anything she said now would sound like a guilty excuse.

A vague frustration settled in her chest.

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Fine. Harper would figure it out sooner or later–whether it was a misunderstanding or not.

Beatrice turned and left.

She took out the room card and unlocked the door to Damian’s suite. Both she and Killian had copies for convenience, something she’d never thought twice about.

But after Harper’s look just now, it suddenly felt… weird.

She stepped in. Damian was standing by the window, unfastening his watch.

Out of nowhere, a cliché scene popped into her head–a drama trope where the male lead, out of twisted affection and jealousy, would use his secretary to provoke the woman he truly loved.

Her heart jumped to her throat.

“M–Mr. Crowley, you–you…”

“I’m hungry,” Damian said, eyes falling on her face, voice slightly hoarse.

Beatrice froze.

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