Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 109: Damian Hawthorne Regrets It?

"I don’t know either..."

This was what confused Cecilia, too.

She still couldn’t bring herself to believe Hugo was alive, but what if he really was?

If Hugo were alive, so much of her lifelong guilt and regret would fade.

"Has Damian Hawthorne found out about you and Hugo?" Chloe Sutton asked.

Cecilia pressed her lips together. Thinking of Damian Hawthorne’s attitude, she sighed softly. "What if he does? It’s impossible between us now." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

Chloe Sutton nodded. "I know. If Miles Sinclair were really dead, you two might have had a chance. But since he’s alive, you’ll definitely choose him."

"Cecilia, I feel like after you left Damian Hawthorne, his attitude toward you changed. It’s like... he suddenly fell in love with you." Chloe Sutton frowned, then it dawned on her. "He couldn’t be regretting it, could he?"

After saying that, Chloe Sutton slapped her thigh. "I knew it! He didn’t cherish a wonderful woman like you. Sooner or later, he was bound to regret it!"

’Regret?’

Cecilia gave a bitter smile.

She remembered Damian Hawthorne’s words: "You want the woman I’ve had my fun with?"

’Even if I’m not with Damian Hawthorne, can I still be with Miles Sinclair?’

’I’ve already slept with Damian Hawthorne, and I’m tangled up in other emotions.’

’In the end, I’m not the same person I was before.’

’I’m not good enough for Hugo anymore.’

At this thought, Cecilia’s chest tightened as if bound by a rope, and she could barely breathe.

’Even if Hugo is alive, can we ever go back to how things were?’

She was lost.

The next morning, the sun streamed into the room as Cecilia woke up.

She glanced at her phone—it was already noon.

She hadn’t slept this late in a long time.

Just then, she noticed her phone was flooded with text messages.

"Cecilia, look at the news, quick!"

"You’re famous again!"

Seeing the messages from people she knew, Cecilia’s heart skipped a beat with a vague sense of foreboding.

She opened the news, and a headline jumped out at her:

"Rising Star Miles Sinclair’s Relationship Exposed: Has Had a Crush on a Non-Celebrity for Years."

It included an interview with Miles Sinclair.

On camera, Miles Sinclair smiled and said the person he liked was just a non-celebrity, and he didn’t want to disturb her.

"If she’s willing to accept me, I’ll tell everyone who she is then."

Soon after, some of Miles Sinclair’s fans stopped supporting him.

But Miles Sinclair remained unfazed, and everything he did seemed to be to protect that person.

A pang of emotion hit Cecilia, and her nose tingled.

’Hugo is still the same as before.’

Back when he first confessed his feelings to her, he had gone to great lengths to prevent others from giving her a hard time.

He was the most handsome guy on campus, and many people had crushes on him.

Later, after they got together, public opinion of her improved, and Hugo took the brunt of any negative rumors.

The Hugo of today hadn’t changed; he was still the same.

She wasn’t the only one who saw the news. Damian Hawthorne did, too.

Ever since he found out this "Hugo" was Miles Sinclair, Damian Hawthorne had been paying extra attention to him.

「In a VIP room at a bar.」

Damian Hawthorne drained a mojito mixed by the bartender and lazily looked at his friend across from him.

"Your love rival has arrived."

Hugo Grant put down his phone, his cold face devoid of expression.

"As long as Cecilia is happy, that’s all that matters. You, on the other hand, are fated not to marry her, so you should let her pursue her own happiness."

"Her own happiness..." Damian Hawthorne scoffed. "Then what was all that about her chasing after me? Don’t tell me she saw me as a substitute for that living corpse. I’m nothing like that sissy."

Hearing this, Hugo Grant seemed to remember something. He leaned closer to Damian Hawthorne and studied him for a few seconds. "You know, there is one thing that’s quite similar between you two."

Damian Hawthorne’s heart skipped a beat. "Where?"

"Your eyes."

"Pah..." Damian Hawthorne suddenly froze.

He had asked Cecilia what she liked about him, and she had said she liked his eyes.

’His eyes... She didn’t fall for me just because of my eyes, did she?!’

"Fuck, this is ridiculous."

Considering all the evidence, it was actually possible.

Ever since they first met, he had noticed that Cecilia cared more about his eyes than he did.

Back then, he thought she was just concerned about him, but thinking back now, it was all too strange.

"Damian, what are you really thinking right now?" Hugo Grant’s expression suddenly turned serious as he asked, narrowing his eyes.

He had noticed something was off with Damian Hawthorne for a while now.

From last night until now, he had been drinking nonstop.

Damian Hawthorne was a man of restraint who rarely drank too much.

Last night, he had even drunk until he threw up.

"I’m not thinking anything. Who she likes, who she wants to be with—that’s none of my business."

"Is that so?" The corners of Hugo Grant’s indifferent lips tilted up slightly. "Then what’s with you losing your cool like this?"

"There’s no shame in admitting you like Cecilia."

"Like? Like what?!" Damian Hawthorne shot him a sideways glance. "The only person I like is Luna! In my heart, no one can compare to Luna!"

"Who the hell does Cecilia Nathan think she is?"

"I was just used to her chasing me. Now that she’s suddenly gone off to like someone else, it’s like my dignity as a man has been trampled under her feet."

’The whole world knew Cecilia liked him, so what was this all about, suddenly liking someone else?’

But Damian Hawthorne had to admit that while Cecilia couldn’t compare to Luna, she had moved him at certain moments.

It was just a force of habit. Cecilia suddenly liking someone else was something he suddenly wasn’t used to.

Hugo Grant watched his furious expression and tilted his chin up slightly. "I, for one, think it’s a good thing she found that Hugo."

"She’s better off with Hugo than with you."

Damian Hawthorne looked at his friend with a cold smile. "Say what you want, but there’s definitely something wrong with that Hugo’s identity."

"Didn’t you already investigate? You didn’t find anything."

"I investigated Cecilia’s identity before, too, and found nothing. And what about that Sharon Quincy? What did we find out about her in the end?"

Thinking of this, Damian Hawthorne laughed at himself.

’The Hawthorne Family’s information network is really getting worse and worse.’

"Why are you investigating Cecilia?" Hugo Grant frowned. "Does she know you’re investigating her behind her back?"

"I’m investigating because I’m suspicious of her identity." Thinking of the natural rapport Cecilia and Linden Nathan had when they spoke, Damian Hawthorne’s brown eyes grew darker.

’They have the same last name, Nathan, and they even look alike.’

’Although Linden Nathan won’t admit it, many things add up.’

’If the two of them really weren’t related, Sharon Quincy would never have saved Cecilia.’

The thought of Cecilia nearly dying in that car accident made Damian Hawthorne’s expression darken abruptly.

The truck driver was never found.

It was as if it had been prearranged; the driver vanished without a trace right after causing the crash.

Suddenly, Damian Hawthorne stood up.

"Where are you going?"

"To Korsyth Hospital."

He was going to ask Sharon Quincy about Cecilia’s identity himself.

And the car crash—he wanted to know who was behind it.

「Korsyth Hospital.」

Sharon Quincy lay in her bed, enjoying the care of a high-end caregiver.

Ever since Linden Nathan agreed to recognize her as his goddaughter, she had been given the best of everything.

If before Linden Nathan had only been paying her lip service, he was now officially treating her as his goddaughter.

Although her hand might have limited mobility in the future, Sharon Quincy still felt it was all worth it.

For someone with her background to achieve this status, she was already counting her lucky stars.

As long as she nurtured a good relationship with Linden Nathan from now on, her life would only get better and better.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Sharon Quincy glanced outside, and her expression froze when she saw the man’s handsome, devil-may-care face.

Damian Hawthorne stood there, arms crossed, looking at her lazily.

Sharon Quincy’s heart suddenly stopped.