novelraw Chapter 179: A Lie Is Still a Lie
Chapter 179: A Lie Is Still a Lie
"Hello, I’m Thomas King, Elly’s boyfriend."
Damon Hawke didn’t wait for Elara Don to speak and introduced himself.
"Benjamin Harper."
Benjamin Harper also introduced himself, clearly sensing hostility from the other person.
He’s had a bit of bad luck these past two days, always being misunderstood by everyone.
"Boyfriend? Thomas King, I suddenly think we need to redefine our relationship."
Elara Don forcefully pulled away Damon Hawke’s hand, took a deep breath, and looked at him with a fake smile.
"Thomas King, I suddenly realized I’m a face-conscious person! Look at your face, it’s utterly ordinary, compared to Benjamin, it’s like a prince versus a servant. Hmm, I want to change boyfriends."
Benjamin Harper: "..."
Great beauty Elara, why use such a metaphor?
She’s trying to roast him over the fire!
Benjamin Harper saw Damon Hawke glare at him, thinking if looks could kill, he’d have died hundreds of times already.
Damon Hawke suppressed his emotions, looking at Elara Don, "Elly, did something happen to you? Why suddenly..."
Suddenly you seem like a different person.
Clearly, they’d already been intimate before.
He thought she’d already fallen for him!
"What could happen to me?"
Elara Don toyed with the spoon in her hands, speaking nonchalantly, "At most just met a lunatic, so I’m in a bad mood."
A lunatic?
Who is she referring to?
Damon Hawke’s dark eyes squinted, "What lunatic?"
"Oh, isn’t it just my boss? Yesterday he hit someone out of nowhere, don’t you think people like that are lunatics?"
Elara Don took a sip of soup, hinting at something.
She looked at Benjamin Harper, "Mm, the more I look, the more I find Benjamin pleasing, so polite and without airs, hardworking, this kind of man is truly a good man. Hmm, I’ve become a fan."
Benjamin Harper: "..."
Suddenly pain all over his body, as if being tortured with knives.
Benjamin Harper rubbed his nose, avoiding Damon Hawke’s murderous look, and awkwardly smiled at Elara Don.
"Elly, did you have an argument with your boyfriend? Men are thick-skinned, you’d best tell him directly if you have grievances. Well, I’ve eaten enough, I’m leaving now, enjoy your meal."
He’d asked Elara Don here for a meal today, genuinely, but mostly because of Evelyn Miles’s request.
He couldn’t figure out what Evelyn Miles was getting at.
But clearly, he could leave now.
"Benjamin, you’re leaving? I’ll leave with you."
Elara Don pretended to get up but was pulled down by Damon Hawke.
The man’s eyes were deep, emanating threads of danger.
Elara Don felt inexplicably panic being stared at by him.
The previously arrogant spirit vanished.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Move, I’ve eaten, I need to go back to work."
She was truly useless, frightened by his gaze.
"You want to change boyfriends? You think I can’t compare to Benjamin? Elly, are you speaking sincerely? Hm?"
Damon Hawke propped his hands on the sofa, slowly leaning in, forcing Elara Don into a corner of the sofa.
Elara Don swallowed, feeling the danger in his tone, her eyes dodging.
"Thomas King, I’ve been thinking, and I find us incompatible, from now on don’t ever come looking for me."
She wanted to break up with him!
She didn’t want to date a big liar!
"How incompatible? Where is it incompatible? Elly, don’t forget, you’re already mine!"
Damon Hawke grabbed Elara Don’s chin, eyes dark.
Elara Don choked, recalling that night, her face heated.
Whether from embarrassment or anger, she didn’t know.
She slapped away Damon Hawke’s hand, pushing against his chest.
"Thomas King, are we in ancient times? Sleep with someone once and you belong to them? My son is so big, am I therefore someone else’s woman long ago?"
Damon Hawke froze, staring at Elara Don’s face, pressing his lips, clearly holding back inner frustration.
Elara Don snickered in her heart, feeling appeased.
This man had male chauvinism, she said so intentionally.
Did he feel like he had a green hat on now?
Little did he know, the man from four years ago was him!
"Elly, I don’t care about the past, I only know, now you’re my woman, and from now on, I won’t allow you to be with another man."
Damon Hawke paused, speaking deeply.
The man’s dark eyes held signs of determination.
Elara Don’s gaze flickered, she arranged the hair by her ear and spoke indifferently, "Thomas King, I’m stubborn, I hate being deceived the most. Tell me, would you deceive me?"
Would he deceive her?
Aside from hiding his identity, he wouldn’t deceive her!
Damon Hawke’s gaze moved slightly, "Elly, I won’t deceive you. If I were to deceive you, it’d be a white lie."
A white lie?
Elara Don sneered lightly, "A white lie, deception is deception, no need to make excuses."
So in his mind, approaching her with a false identity was just a white lie?
Screw him!
Seeing Elara Don’s disdain, Damon Hawke frowned deeply.
Why was she saying such things?
Why bring up deceiving her?
Did she discover something?
"Elly..."
Damon Hawke was about to ask something.
At that moment, a commotion broke out in the distance.
"Bitch, what gives you the right to marry Ethan? Leave, Ethan is mine!"
"Ah, Melody Lane, what are you crazy for?"
"..."
Ethan?
Melody Lane?
Elara Don heard vaguely, quickly turning around to look at the source of the trouble.
Just saw by the screen’s edge, Melody Lane with disheveled hair pulling a woman’s clothes, trying desperately to drag her out.
The ground was a mess, as if food had been spilled.
That girl was Elena Soo!
Elara Don focused her gaze, recognizing the woman being dragged by Melody Lane as Elena Soo.
Also present was Evan Miles, trying to get Melody Lane to release.
"Thomas King, move aside quickly, let me through."
Melody Lane seemed crazed at the moment, pulling Elena Soo’s clothes and hair.
Evan Miles, being a gentleman, kept trying to pull Melody Lane away but couldn’t.
She needed to help.
Damon Hawke squinted, then strode over.
"Melody Lane, let go! As a socialite, do you think this behavior is appropriate?"
Evan Miles kept a stern face trying to persuade Melody Lane, but Melody Lane only tightened her grip on Elena Soo’s hair and clothes.
"Socialite? Are you mocking me, Ethan? Mocking me for being impure? But I love you, the woman who loves you most in the world is me, Melody Lane! How can you marry this worthless bitch?"