CHAPTER 31

Lisa's POV

Extremely uneasy quiet permeates the car journey home. Even though I knew Damien wanted me to spend more time with his family, his mother wrecked everything, so we quickly departed the estate.

It started to feel tight and gloomy. Damien motioned for us to go home as he rose up.

I was happy. The pathetic looks I was receiving after the guys apologized for Mrs. Russell's actions made me uncomfortable enough.

She doesn't seem to like me. She has been acting as if she likes me even though she doesn't.

It makes sense why she made fun of my pajamas. It makes sense why she requested me to strip Damien. All of this is done to irritate me.

She's upset with me since I declined her offer.

Her offer isn't one I can accept. I will remain faithful to Damien until the very end, despite the fact that she is prepared to give me far more than Damien did.

When I was in utter need of assistance, he assisted me. What would have happened to Grandma at this point if he had disregarded my request for his assistance?

I will always be thankful to him for helping me save the lives of the sole members of my surviving family. I will assist him as well since I now understand why he chose to marry me.

The least I can do is this.

Damien screams out, jolting me out of my daydream, "Lisa." I turn my head in his direction as my nervousness grows. He doesn't give me a glance. All he does is sigh heavily and apologize. Saying "I'm sorry."

I furrow my brow. I didn't anticipate that. Furthermore, there is no need to express regret for his mother's errors.

Just reality displaying its repulsive side to me. The rich marry the affluent. Low-class households choose members of their own class.

Rich folks avoid choosing the lower class. They degrade them and make them feel less than.

This is the exact issue I would be dealing with if Damien and I were really married to one another. I am nothing. My dad doesn't run a business. My mother isn't an actress or a supermodel, and the only thing I am is a person with a college degree. I can't update anything on Damien's status.

"I should have realized that she was feigning interest in you the whole time. I believed she did," he said, clenching his teeth and brow furrowing.

I grin. "It's ok."

I don't plan to have children for Damien since it isn't in our agreement, so I don't understand why I should pay attention to what she said. Damien is free to have children with anyone he chooses since this isn't true.

He can have children with many gorgeous ladies who are available. celebrities including supermodels, actors, and businesswomen. I don't even deserve to be the mother of a millionaire.

Are you certain it's okay? I nod in response to his suspicious query.

I chuckle and shake my head, "Of course." "Really, it's nothing. I don't understand why I should be insulted when having children isn't a must. Not worth it is me.

As soon as he stops talking, I turn to face him. His jaws tighten even more before he turns his head.

Why don't you think you're worth it, exactly? He asks me out of the blue, and I am taken aback.

He asks me this question; Why?

I sigh carelessly. "Nothing."

"Nothing?" He looks at me with a skeptical brow.

I turned away from him and bit my bottom lips. I carelessly look out the window of the automobile. There are several factors to consider. The comment made by Mrs. Russell ought to be the least of my issues.

Since the night of my wedding, Juliet and I haven't spoken, so I'm wondering how she's doing. She should be feeling guilty and should come begging, but I haven't seen her.

Grandma and I haven't spoken in a while, so I wonder how she is doing. I'll arrange to see her tomorrow. Before I go see her, I'll also grab her some groceries. This time, I'm hoping she'll approach me and acknowledge that my marriage is a contract.

"Lisa?" When he touches my arms, a chill goes up and down my spine. I look at him. "I posed a query to you. Why is he so determined to learn what I mean when I say I'm not deserving enough to have his children? It would be best if we avoided talking about it since I don't want to take anything personally.

"Can't we just forget about it?"

"No!"

I sigh a lot. He will persist. I had no idea he could be that curious as well.

"What I'm saying is that I'm not worthy of bearing a billionaire's kid. Both affluent men and rich ladies marry each other. With your choice of bride, your mother is dissatisfied. She clearly does not want me to be your wife, and I am unfit to be the mother of your kid. Perhaps she is planning to give you to someone else. That is what I'm saying.

He laughs. "What are you discussing? I don't see why you should be concerned about this as it is not a part of our goal.

"Exactly. That is what I'm referring to. I don't consider what she stated to be important. I only want you to be aware that I am not worthwhile.

He interrupts me and I immediately shut my lips in response to his "Stop it" command.

What the heck am I doing wrong? I am aware that when I am anxious, I yell and blurt out foolish things, but I'm not sure if what I just said fits into any of those categories.

When he gives me stony stares, I know I have crossed the line by bringing up infants.

This guy is not interested in getting married. He also clearly assured me that there won't be any conditions.

I genuinely want to know why he despises children and doesn't want to be married. Why does he get irate and upset when the topic of having children comes up?

I saw how intently he was focusing on Caroline's children. Although it is obvious that he doesn't particularly enjoy infants, there was more to the strange looks he was giving the helpless infant.

Despite not liking them, he continues to look at the female.

I mentally chastise myself when I catch myself thinking about something that should have been put in the past and lean forward to feel the night air with my eyes closed.

The rest of the journey is silent. It doesn't seem weird this time. I don't want to speak about anything else, therefore it is gratifying and soothing.

We had a lot to discuss, so the first stillness was unpleasant since nobody was speaking. We are both pleased that everything is now out of the way.

Caroline's personality, though, is appealing. She seems to be a kind person. Unlike Mrs. Russell, she didn't treat me with contempt. Perhaps Mrs. Russell didn't fully disclose to her all about me and my difficult upbringing. When we next meet, I won't be shocked if she gives me a dirty look.

Her brother and spouse also seem like decent individuals. Mr. Russell is beautiful, and I appreciate the grin he gave me after his wife spoke such nonsense.

I open my eyes when the automobile abruptly slows down to see that we have arrived at our destination. The automobile slowed down since it was getting close to the gate.

I let out a long, contented sigh. We're at home.

The horn blows loudly as the automobile moves onward. Before he can drive in, the enormous automated gate gently opens, revealing a recognizable person to my eyes.

I blink and strain my eyes to make sure I'm not seeing things, but I can still make out that it's someone I know.

She seems to be waiting for someone or to be just leaving the home as she waits at the gate.

When the automobile approached her and I could clearly see her face, I couldn't help but yell out in amazement. "Grandma?"