Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 106: Cecilia, How Cruel You Are

"Damian Hawthorne..." Cecilia Nathan stared at him, grinding her teeth. "What in the world do you want?"

’Running into a scoundrel like this right after getting out of the hospital. What an honor.’

"Come back to the Hawthorne Estate with me." Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes, a mischievous glint in them. "Your room is still waiting for you. Nothing inside has been touched."

’He’s dead set on making me go back to the Hawthorne Estate.’

Cecilia didn’t understand why Damian Hawthorne suddenly wanted her back.

’Could it be... he’s realized he’s fallen for me?’

At this thought, Cecilia leaned close to his ear and exhaled softly. "Damian Hawthorne, you haven’t fallen for me, have you?"

Damian Hawthorne’s thin lips pressed into a firm line. His brown eyes gradually darkened, becoming as rich and inscrutable as a pool of ink.

"Don’t forget, we were just playing around," Cecilia said, her lips curving into a devastatingly alluring smile.

’Playing around...’

Damian’s fingers tightened. He suddenly felt a hole tear open in his heart, and an icy wind howled through it.

"Just playing around?" Damian’s voice was hoarse. "You chased me for years, saying you just wanted to be by my side, that you didn’t want any title... all just to play around?"

"What else?" Cecilia took a deep breath, her palms digging fiercely into the seat cushion. "Damian Hawthorne, we were both just playing a game."

Cecilia reached out, grabbed Damian Hawthorne’s collar, and smiled faintly. "So, don’t take it too seriously."

’Just a game...’

’Just as I thought...’

"Is it because of that Miles Sinclair?" Damian straightened up, his voice as cold as a tomb. "He’s back, so you can just toss me aside?"

"Cecilia, you’re so cruel..."

Although he had long suspected this was the reason, Damian had been unwilling to admit it.

After all, Cecilia pursued him for years. It would be a lie to say he was completely unmoved.

Even his friends told him that a girl like Cecilia was a rare find.

Girls these days were either after money or just wanted to get into his bed.

But Cecilia didn’t want anything. She just wanted to stay by his side.

If he hadn’t been waiting for Luna, he might have even considered being with Cecilia for real.

He just never expected that Cecilia would say all these years with him were just a game.

A game? Playing a game with him for so many years?

"Is that Miles Sinclair really so important?"

After realizing that the "Hugo" she was talking about was Miles Sinclair, the rage and restlessness had kept him up all night.

He rarely suffered from insomnia, but this "Hugo" had cost him a night’s sleep.

"Yes, Hugo is very important to me." Cecilia stared straight into his eyes. "Damian Hawthorne, back when you told all those people you were just playing around, did you ever consider that I might just be playing around with you too?"

"Since it’s all a game, why can’t I be the one playing?"

Damian’s lips twitched. He braced one hand on the car door, the muscles in his arm flexing. His deep, dark eyes rested on Cecilia’s face, languid and calm.

The next second, Damian reached out with a well-defined hand, grabbed her by the ankle, and dragged her back into the car.

With a SLAM, the car door shut, cutting them off from all outside gazes. 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

The car seat was lowered, forming a makeshift bed.

Cecilia’s eyes widened, her face suddenly flushing red.

"Isn’t this just a game? I’ll play along with you."

As he spoke, Damian’s entire body pressed down on top of her.

Eyes red, Cecilia shoved him away and then bit down hard on his arm.

Damian worked out regularly, and his muscles were firm. Cecilia bit down with all her might.

Damian didn’t make a sound. In the end, Cecilia’s own jaw ached before she slowly let go.

Cecilia closed her eyes, looking as if she were facing her own execution.

Suddenly, the weight on her body lightened.

Damian moved off her. He shot her a sideways glance, then opened the car door and turned his body away, leaving her space to get out.

Cecilia bit her lip. The soft car seat felt like a bed of nails. She quickly got up and climbed out of the car.

As she left, her gaze swept over the man’s arm. A deep bite mark was imprinted on it, faintly showing traces of blood.

Cecilia forced herself not to look, and she didn’t turn back as she walked away.

Only after she had gone a long way did Cecilia glance back.

The man’s tall figure was standing there, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

His head was bowed, and it looked like he was lighting a cigarette.

She didn’t know how long she’d been walking when she suddenly saw a crowd of people gathered together, holding signs.

Cecilia’s eyes immediately landed on the name written on the signs: MILES.

"Miles Sinclair! Miles Sinclair!"

The fans holding the signs were screaming frantically.

Cecilia glanced toward the stage in the distance.

This was the entrance to the largest shopping mall in Korsyth, where a well-known brand was holding an event for its spokesperson.

And that spokesperson happened to be Miles Sinclair.

Cecilia wanted to leave, but her feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground, unable to move.

’Hugo is dead. Even if this person has the same face and the same name, he can’t possibly be the Hugo of my heart.’

She had watched Hugo’s cremation and personally buried his ashes.

There could be thousands upon thousands of people named Miles Sinclair in this world, but her Hugo had left her long ago.

Just then, the host’s voice rang out: "The young lady in the white coat with her hair in a bun—yes, you! Congratulations, you’ve been chosen to draw a prize with our Mr. Miles Sinclair!"

The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. You could have heard a pin drop.

Looks of curiosity, envy, and jealousy from all around landed on Cecilia.

Cecilia lifted her hazy eyes and looked at Miles Sinclair on the stage.

Miles Sinclair was also looking at her.

"Congratulations on being chosen, Miss. Please come up to the stage."

The host’s gentle gaze made Cecilia pause for a moment.

She only just realized that the host had picked her to draw a prize with Miles Sinclair.

This was only the second time she had seen Miles Sinclair since the auction.

If at first she had wanted to get closer to Miles Sinclair, now she found herself somewhat afraid of seeing him.

Her Hugo was dead. But every time she saw Miles Sinclair, it felt like tearing open the wound hidden in her heart. Memories of the past rushed into her mind, giving her a splitting headache.

Cecilia’s hesitation made the people around her start murmuring.

She was beautiful, so everyone first sized her up, but then they began to look at her suspiciously when she didn’t go on stage.

"Why isn’t she going up?"

"She’s probably just stunned with happiness."

"Is she going up or not? This is nerve-wracking. If she doesn’t go, I’ll go in her place."

"Hey, she looks kind of familiar. Isn’t she that... what’s-her-name, the one who chased Damian Hawthorne for years...?"

"Cecilia Nathan."

"Right, right, that’s her! I’d only seen her online before. I never expected her to be so beautiful in person."

Cecilia’s past pursuit of Damian Hawthorne had caused quite a stir, making her a minor internet celebrity. Although opinions on her were mixed, she still had a small following.

Once someone pointed out her identity, the host immediately chimed in: "Oh, it’s Miss Cecilia Nathan! Please come up on stage, Miss Cecilia. Our Mr. Miles Sinclair has been waiting for you."

Seeing the growing impatience in the crowd, Cecilia lowered her gaze and finally started walking toward the stage.

’How could the host have picked me, of all people?’

’What exactly is the connection between this Miles Sinclair and my Hugo?’