CHAPTER 100
Lisa's POV
When Damien and I entered his parent's mansion, the dining room was filled with cries, giggles, adult laughs, and discussion.
It is still as big as I remember it being, complete with old furnishings, tall chandeliers, and beautiful artwork.
This is the biggest house I've ever seen, and it's a blend of the old and the new. Next on the list is Damien's house.
It became clear to me as we got closer to the dining room and the sounds became louder that this meal was not only for us but also for other family members.
Damien has agreed to take things slowly, so I'm delighted he's guiding me in with his hand on my back rather than the intertwined arms we had the first time we were here.
I haven't completely let go of anything since I haven't finished my "Damien 101" course.
I need to investigate him extensively before I cave. We have kissed a few times, but I haven't yet consented to return to the mansion.
We proceed cautiously.
Since I am so exhausted, I must admit that I truly do not feel like attending this family meal. I've been under a lot of stress, and it's already having an impact on me.
Sleep, eat, and watch movies are all I really want to do. I know I won't be bored this time since the pain is starting to leave me.
I have overcome my depression. I don't engage in activities out of a desire to divert my attention from his thoughts. I'm back to enjoying thinking about him right now. Instead of pushing myself to watch and appreciate movies, I watch them because I want to.
Since I knew I should be here, I didn't tell Damien that I didn't feel like coming. We haven't seen one other or spoken on the phone with his mother since I hung up with her.
I'm sorry for what I did, and I want to use this chance to make up for her.
She really cared for her kid. Because Damien meant so much to her, she took all of those actions, and if I had been in her position, I probably would have done the same thing or worse.
"Lisa!" My attention was jerked out of my daydream by an enthused voice.
Caroline?
Her little children and her princess must be the ones crying.
She arrives out of nowhere, looks at my large tummy, and then puts her small hands around me while simultaneously laughing and weeping.
I merely grin at her as she walks away. It's been a while, yet I still understand why these feelings are happening.
She must have agreed with Mrs. Russell that evening since she is overjoyed that I am carrying Damien's kid. They all believed Damien would never marry or have children. They had already given up on seeing his kid, even though he pretended to adore me.
All of them will adore me now that I am bearing his child. They have no other option. Now it doesn't matter that we were married under a contract.
Both the kid and the marriage are very important to them.
She grabs my hand and pulls me to the table without saying a word. Already there and mingling with his father and Caroline's spouse are Damien and his father.
Along with Sabrina, Gabriel is seated at the table. I shake my head as she winks at me. Sabrina came to my house today even though she didn't let me know she was coming for supper.
The table is humming with laughter and gist as we all take our seats. I'm not interested in the discussion Caroline is attempting to start with me. I'm ready to eat and head inside.
Before Mrs. Russell's hands reach out to meet mine, I hear her say, "Lisa." "I regret everything I did. Would you kindly find it in your heart to pardon me? I nod as it is said in a whisper.
"Please also pardon me."
She giggles softly and kisses my cheeks twice before turning her head away. long waiting for the maids to emerge with the lunch trays, the conversation goes on for a long.
Damien may be heard saying "Lisa doesn't know" across the room. The guys are seated across from us, with Sabrina on my left and Mrs. Russell to my right.
I'm fascinated when Gabriel turns to look at me. "What the heck are you talking about?"
Are you unaware of what Juliet did? Looking down at me, Sabrina asks.
"Juliet?" As I inquire, my scowl widens.
"Yes. She attempted to use Gabriel as leverage by extorting money from me or forcing me to leave.
"What?!" I sneer and shout. How is it even doable? "Gabriel? Why not Damien?
Damien gives me a rolling eye. She was interested in him, not Gabriel, last I looked. How on earth could she even recognize Gabriel?
Gabriel responds, breaking the awkward silence at the table, "Well, we had a thing in the past." I turn to face Sabrina expecting to see a furious or envious expression, but I don't.
"When she learned that Gabriel and Damien were pals, she reasoned that she might use me to accomplish her goal. She approached me to negotiate since she was aware that I was his wife. I gave my consent, and now she is incarcerated. She was once your buddy, how awful.
"Oh, my goodness!" I attempt to lean forward while gasping and hanging onto the chair's handle.
Juliet is incarcerated. I want to ask her what specifically transpired and how she wound up in prison, but I suddenly feel the need to use the toilet.
I carefully rise up from the chair, and Damien follows suit, his expression showing concern.
He comes over to me while they're bringing the meal and says, "Are you alright?
I had to go potty before I ate.
I tell him, "Don't worry about me, I just need to use the bathroom," and go by him to do so. I'm too pushed to even consider looking around, so I don't even know whether he's still following him.
I quickly enter the bathroom with my hands behind my back after finding it, zip up my lavender gown, and sit on the toilet to urinate.
There is no movement. Furthermore, the urgent demand is still very much in existence.
I attempt to push it out, but nothing happens.
Oh my goodness, what's going on? I had that notion.
Something pops down before I can get up, and relief floods through me. After taking time to appreciate the comfort, I realized that even though I didn't urinate, I still felt relieved.
What did I let out? I quickly get up to see that my water has burst and my eyes bolt wide.
I scream in a combination of terror and fear. "Damien!"
