CHAPTER 50

Damien's POV

It's unbelievable that she stated she was going. She wants to violate the agreement.

I realize that she may be acting hastily because of her worries for me and what my mother may have said to her, which is why she is doing this.

Although she is not as exhausted as I am, we have already begun.

She won't go till our one-year contract is through. I don't give a damn about what she or my mother has to say.

It is official that she will remain.

Thankfully, Gabriel arrived with his vehicle, and I instructed the doctor to release me. Until I assured him that I would stay at home and relax for the whole week, he was unwilling.

Lisa has to be stopped. She may go home to pack her stuff, but I'm not sure.

We have only been married for three weeks.

What will others think of me? Will my mum think I'm crazy? By departing, Lisa is only giving my Mother the chance to publicly admit that she married me for financial gain rather than out of love.

I urge in a commanding manner, "Drive faster before she leaves," completely forgetting that Gabriel is my driver.

He tells the guy, "Be calm." Lisa is standing still.

I observe him. "How are you so certain? What are you saying, because you could see she was serious when she claimed she was leaving? My stomach starts to grumble.

He is not moving quickly. My right hand and head are both covered in a bandage. I still have a headache, but I have to return home.

Even if I don't leave the hospital today, I will undoubtedly do so tomorrow. I detest both the scent of pharmaceuticals and hospitals.

"Don't worry, I'm sure. He quickly chuckles, "All you have to do is use the contract against her. As much as I want to say that he wants me to use blackmail to force Lisa to do what I want, it really sounds like a very smart plan.

I turn back to him after realizing I still haven't asked him what Mother said to her. I'm very certain that this has anything to do with Mother or how I've been treating her lately.

What did her mother tell her? As soon as he makes a right turn and approaches my residence, I ask him.

He gives a nonchalant shrug. Well, she stated she wanted to murder you and labeled her a money digger.

"What?!" I yell out in shock. The phrase "Kill me?"

He says, "Well, I almost believed it too, until Lisa told us what happened," and I again exclaim, this time louder.

"What? Why did you imagine that about her? She is a decent person.

"Really?" He has a caustic tone.

I respond after giving him a stern look. "Yes."

Wow, you've impressed me. He doesn't seem persuaded.

I make a comment while gazing out the window. She chose me instead of a million bucks. How many ladies have the ability?

This is one of the reasons I admire Lisa so much, even if I may not have said it previously. Even when our emotions aren't engaged, many women will seize such chances without taking into account the harm it would do to me.

But Lisa chose me over a million bucks, which might have made a big difference in her life. Much more than the 50,000 dollars I handed her right away after she signed the contract could possibly be accomplished.

The question "Are you serious?" He seems shocked.

Yes, I was astounded as well. However, I have thoroughly examined her, and I am aware of the kind of girl she is. Despite how much she professes to adore fashion, she isn't materialistic, and even if she doesn't have the money, she isn't excessive either.

"Yes."

"How come she preferred a million bucks to you? Has anybody placed a wager on you?

I squint my eyes. "No. It's my mother."

"What? Your mom?" He looks away from me.

I tell him to his hearing, "Yes, she offered Lisa a million dollars to leave me, and Lisa refused the offer," and he becomes quiet.

I'm not sure whether his silence is a sign of admiration or of his inability to accept there are such ladies.

We go home shortly after that, and he pulls in. As soon as the vehicle stops, I get out and hurry inside.

I make large steps in the direction of the stairs while ignoring the maid's welcome at the front door.

Since she left, I've been craving food, but this is more crucial. I'll ask the servants to fetch me something to eat when I've finished persuading her to go.

Right now, I could devour a horse.

I nearly rush to the door, but instead, I preserve my composure and make big steps in the direction of my bedroom door.

I open it when I'm close by and go inside to see Lisa sobbing on the bed. She becomes still as soon as the door opens, but then she bolts to her feet and our eyes meet.

Her pupils enlarge. "Lisa? What brought you here? You ought to be in a hospital.

She rushes over as if she can reprimand me effectively enough to send me back to the hospital.

"I know," I mumble. When I got here, I thought I was going to be tough on her and make her stay back, but as I stared at her tear-filled face, the barriers surrounding me crumbled.

I feel sorry for her since she placed herself in this predicament. I want to hold her and tell her that everything will be well and that it won't last long. She will get a significant reward after it is finished. I already have everything worked out, and I'm hoping she'll be kind enough to let me carry out my intentions.

I grasp her shoulder instinctively and pull her in. I then give her a hug.

She tenses up in fear, and I see that I'm embracing her firmly.

This is supposed to be a hug of confidence and persuasion, right?

Despite my want to withdraw, her body acts as a magnet. I realize that I am also finding solace in the embrace.

Lisa is sincere. She will support me, even if I am going through worse anguish than this. She is a wonderful lady, and I am sorry I treated her badly.

I'll do whatever it takes from now on to make her happy. I may as well assist her in realizing her goal of visiting Verona in order to find love. After a year, she may be with anyone she falls in love with there and get the affection that she deserves.

Before we can break from the embrace, the door opens, and Gabriel is already inside.

In humiliation, Lisa's sobbing cheeks became scarlet as she looked down.

Gabriel goes out, discreetly shutting the door behind us after clearing his throat and apologizing for the interruption.

Saying "I'm sorry."

Saying "I'm sorry."

We converse simultaneously.

She is apologetic for wanting to leave me before the contract expires, and I am sorry for what I did to her.

I wipe her tears with my thumb. "It's okay,"

She attempts to turn around and say, "I should go," but I stop her and prevent her from going.

I beg Lisa not to go with my eyes. She won't remain if you try to make her. Though it is lawful, using the contract against her is wrong. However, I can't bring myself to hurt her that way.

"I have to. I have no business being here. I wasn't supposed to be here in the first place. You are being harmed by me.

I correct her, "No, you are not the one hurting me." "You are not involved in this at all. You or anybody else had nothing to do with what occurred last night. There is just me.

But you were irate. If only you weren't so angry.

I mutter, "Stop it already," and turn away from her face. "You shouldn't care at all about my mother if this is about her. You shouldn't allow my mother to interfere with you or decide what will happen in our marriage since this is between you and me and not between you and my mother.

She says nothing, but it seems that I am getting her to pay attention.

"If you go, you'll be confirming my mother's rumors. She will be able to prove that you are a gold digger if you leave. You must convince her that you are not a gold-digger.

Her head is down. "I'll still be gone in a year, so it doesn't matter,"

"Yes, but not until three weeks into a marriage. Once our agreement is through, I swear I won't contact you again.

She makes a head motion.

"Don't say no to me, Lisa. You will incur my wrath.

She sighs and blots her face with the last of her tears. "Ok, that's fine."

I say in an authoritative voice, "Go and unpack your bag." She must have hurriedly gathered her possessions, I'm sure of it.

She tells me, "I haven't started packing", and I seem shocked.

That's good, I guess.

However, I'm not sure whether you'll allow me to ask you for anything.

Say what? My face is filled with curiosity.

"I'd like to go see Sabrina and..."

"Why?" With my brows furrowing in perplexity, I cut her off before she could continue.

What does this indicate because she doesn't know Sabrina? Is this a ploy to catch me off guard so that she may flee?

"I must think things through. I need to see someone who can relate to me, please. I'll then go see my grandmother.

I fix my gaze on her face as I attempt to determine if she is telling the truth.

"I kindly ask you. Last night, Sabrina gave me a lot of encouraging words, and that's what got me through. I just want to.

"I can't give you comfort," I ponder.

She sighs in response, and I make the decision to give up because I already know the answer.

I tell her, "Fine, you'll go, but you'll go with Gabriel, and he'll take you home."

By doing this, I will have greater confidence that she won't flee and that she will return home soon. Even if I order the guards to follow her, I won't feel secure, but I am certain that Gabriel won't desert me. He will keep a careful eye on her.

I unlock the door before she can object and see Gabriel still waiting outside. I ignored the sly grin on his face as I motioned for him to enter.

I go back inside, and he opens the door and enters.

Please bring Lisa to your location and have her return in two hours. You can catch up with a new acquaintance in two hours, right? I turn to look at Lisa.

She nods but does not smile.

So I'm the new chauffeur, then? He gently giggles as he turns to gaze at Lisa behind me. The smile on his face vanishes since neither Lisa nor I are grinning.

I add in a quiet voice, "Please keep an eye on her and make sure to bring her back.

He gives me a "Yes, boss" salute, but I continue to ignore him.

I tell her "You can go". She gives a grateful nod before opening the door.

I tell Gabriel to keep a tight eye on her before he leaves as well.

I remember I neglected to ask them to assist me in getting one of the maids as he discreetly shut the door behind him.

I need to eat something before I go to sleep since I'm feeling drowsy once again. Additionally, I don't want any interruptions, and I am certain that by the time Lisa returns home in two hours, I will be well rested.

I go over to the bed and grab the intercom to summon the kitchen ladies while sighing. When someone calls, I say. "Get me a snack really quickly."

The voice says, "OK, Master," and I hang up the phone and recline back on my bed.

When I think about Lisa again, I exhale the breath I've been repressing for some reason.

I'm hoping she won't abandon me anymore. Hopefully, she will return home in two hours, and we will remain wed till our contract is through.