Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 184: Resurrection Armor, Let’s See How Many You Have
Cecilia was silent. Miles Sinclair followed her gaze and immediately saw Damian Hawthorne.
Damian Hawthorne walked up to Cecilia, his thin lips parting slightly. "Are you the original composer of ’Eye of Love’?"
Cecilia’s eyelashes trembled. She pressed her lips together and said nothing.
"Cecilia..." Miles Sinclair said her name softly.
Cecilia looked at Damian Hawthorne, her lips curling. "No."
"I had someone buy this song for me, too."
"Is that so?" Damian Hawthorne chuckled. "Cecilia, what are you so afraid of?"
"If a friend of Serena Hughes hadn’t told me, I never would have known how much you were wronged. You must know, right? The only reason I pursued Serena was because of that song."
"I don’t know..." Cecilia’s fingers tightened. "Who knows why you pursued Serena Hughes."
"Cecilia, you really are cruel." Damian Hawthorne looked her up and down, a small smile on his face. "I thought you were Luna. After all, you’re so much like her in many ways..."
"I’m not..."
"Damian Hawthorne, this is my date with Cecilia. Please don’t interrupt." The moment Miles Sinclair spoke, his tone was cold. "Can’t you see that Cecilia doesn’t want to talk to you?"
"What right do you have to interrupt my conversation with her?" Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled into a wicked grin. "You really think getting a position at Nathan Corporation through Linden Nathan makes you Cecilia’s husband? Miles Sinclair, don’t think I don’t know about that business between you and Quinn Sutton. Just because Cecilia is naive and doesn’t hold it against you doesn’t mean I won’t."
"Damian Hawthorne." Cecilia took a deep breath and said softly, "Let’s talk about this somewhere else."
"Fine." With that, Damian Hawthorne grabbed Cecilia’s wrist and started to pull her away.
Miles Sinclair immediately blocked their path.
"Damian Hawthorne, Cecilia is my fiancée. Please have some self-respect." Miles Sinclair’s gaze fell on their joined hands.
Cecilia frowned and tried to pull her hand back, but Damian Hawthorne’s grip was tight.
"Fiancée..." Damian Hawthorne raised a playful eyebrow. "Until you have a marriage license, we both have the right to compete for her."
Miles Sinclair stared coldly at Damian Hawthorne, who met his gaze without backing down.
"Cecilia, you go on ahead. I’ll handle things here," Miles Sinclair said in a gentle voice.
Cecilia nodded and looked steadily at Damian Hawthorne. "Damian Hawthorne, let’s talk about this another time."
"Cecilia, are you really going to marry this man?" Damian Hawthorne’s voice was laced with anger. "You know perfectly well he’s not a good person."
"And you are? Damian Hawthorne, are you some kind of saint?" Miles Sinclair scoffed. "The tabloids couldn’t even fit all of Mr. Hawthorne’s scandals on one page, could they? No matter how bad I am, I’m not as bad as Mr. Hawthorne."
Seeing the two of them at each other’s throats, Cecilia sighed deeply. "Damian Hawthorne, Miles Sinclair and I are getting engaged soon."
The two words, "getting engaged," were like a sharp sword plunging straight into Damian Hawthorne’s heart.
A wave of helplessness washed over Damian Hawthorne.
"You’re getting engaged to this kind of person?" Damian Hawthorne pointed at Miles Sinclair. "Cecilia, are you out of your mind? He got someone else pregnant, and you still want to marry him? Are you that desperate that you’d choose a scumbag like him?"
"Damian Hawthorne!" Cecilia cut him off. "Quinn Sutton is Hugo’s friend."
"I’ve known Hugo for years. I know what kind of person he is better than you do."
"Please don’t talk about him like that anymore."
Damian Hawthorne’s expression froze. Suddenly, it felt as if something inside him had shattered, and an old wound began to ache.
Every breath felt like a lash from a whip.
The Cecilia of the past used to protect him just like this.
Back then, right after his eyes had healed, a group of old-timers from the company had confronted him, saying he wasn’t fit to manage the Hawthorne Group.
Cecilia had stood in front of him, listing his contributions to the company, word for word.
She had said those same words: ’Don’t you talk about him like that.’
From that day on, no matter how much of a scene Cecilia made, he never tried to send her away again.
He thought Cecilia would never leave him.
He never expected to be proven so wrong, so quickly.
"You know him? What do you know about him?" Damian Hawthorne closed his eyes, suppressing the pain in his heart. "Do you have any idea what you’re saying? That Quinn Sutton is from the Sinclair Family. Miles Sinclair and Quinn Sutton are colluding."
Cecilia didn’t speak, just looked placidly at Miles Sinclair.
Miles Sinclair frowned. "Cecilia, I did help Quinn Sutton, but that was just part of our normal business cooperation with the Sinclair Family. They gave us very favorable terms; it wasn’t because of Quinn that we partnered with them."
Cecilia thought of what Serena Hughes had said.
Just then, a call came in from Serena Hughes.
Cecilia didn’t want to answer at first, but thinking about Serena’s recent behavior, she changed her mind.
After she answered, Serena Hughes’s anxious voice came through the phone. "Cecilia, I’m telling you, there’s definitely something going on between that Miles Sinclair and Quinn Sutton! Miles is helping Quinn take over the Sinclair Family. You absolutely cannot let him do that."
’Quinn Sutton is taking over the Sinclair Family?’
’No wonder Miles Sinclair would help her.’
’If Quinn Sutton takes over the Sinclair Family, then it would make sense for Miles to agree to cooperate with them.’
’After all, he knows her, so it would make collaborating more convenient.’
"Sorry, Serena Hughes, I can’t help you." After saying this, Cecilia coolly hung up, ignoring Serena’s frantic calls from the other end.
Standing beside her, Miles Sinclair had faintly overheard the conversation with Serena. He wanted to explain, but with Damian Hawthorne right there, his lips merely twitched before he lowered his eyes.
"Cecilia, don’t be a fool..."
"I’m sorry, Damian Hawthorne. Hugo and I are getting engaged soon. We should try not to see each other anymore." With that, Cecilia turned and walked away without another glance at Damian.
"Cecilia... Don’t you regret this."
Damian Hawthorne’s voice was quiet, yet it rang in her ears like thunder, piercing her eardrums.
Step by step, Cecilia walked past him.
But the path before her grew increasingly blurry.
Cecilia blinked, and her vision cleared.
Suddenly, her knees gave way.
"Cecilia..." Miles Sinclair rushed to support her.
Cecilia smiled and shook her head.
’I’m really not good at being cruel.’
’But the die is cast.’
After Cecilia left, Justin Bell hurried in. "President Hawthorne, how did it go? Did you ask her about Miss Luna? Is Miss Cecilia Nathan..."
"I didn’t ask," Damian Hawthorne said coolly. "Have you found anything on Miles Sinclair yet?"
"No... And some of Miles Sinclair’s relatives are refusing to talk to us."
Knowing how much Damian Hawthorne was focused on Miles Sinclair, Justin Bell had been concentrating his efforts on this investigation lately.
Before, the Nathan Family had deliberately hidden Cecilia’s identity, but Miles Sinclair was a different matter.
"President Hawthorne, should we investigate with the Nathan Family? Maybe..."
"Miles Sinclair is about to become Linden Nathan’s son-in-law. Do you think he’d want to investigate?" Damian Hawthorne shot him a sideways glance, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Resurrection Armor... Let’s see just how many of those Miles Sinclair has."
Not many people would believe in someone coming back from the dead.
He was no different.
Thinking of the cooperation between the Sinclair and Nathan families, Damian Hawthorne’s eyes narrowed and his lips curled. "To the Sinclair Family."
