Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 114: Don’t Put on an Act in Front of Me

Chapter 114: Chapter 114: Don’t Put on an Act in Front of Me

"Being pursued" was a concept rarely associated with Damian Hawthorne.

But men are like that—they always want what they can’t have.

Hayley Shepherd crossed her arms, revealing an impressive cleavage. Her eyes sparkled, her gossipy expression unconcealed. "I remember that celebrity went in ten minutes ago. They must have run into each other by now."

"This is going to be good."

After she spoke, Hayley Shepherd suddenly remembered Hugo Grant was still beside her. She snuck a glance at her boss and quickly shut her mouth.

"Heh heh, President Grant, good thing you didn’t go in. Otherwise, it’d be a total bloodbath with three men and one woman... Hey, hey, President Grant, you... you’re not thinking of going in, are you? President Grant! President Grant!!"

But no matter how she called out, Hugo Grant walked into the music store with a calm expression.

Hayley Shepherd stood stunned for a moment, then closed her eyes and sighed in resignation.

Inside the music store, the melodious sound of instruments played. The space was large, with various instruments displayed in the center.

The second floor had small, soundproofed rooms of different sizes, perfect for practicing instruments.

It was less a place for selling instruments and more a place for trying them out for free.

Cecilia Nathan wore a simple silk blouse and a form-fitting pencil skirt that perfectly accentuated her slender waist.

Her usually fair face now had light makeup on, which made her features appear more defined, elegant, and sophisticated.

The man standing beside her, wearing a baseball cap, was looking down at the document in her hands, laughing and chatting with her.

Seeing this scene, Damian Hawthorne’s expression darkened.

This storefront was supposedly rented by Cecilia Nathan herself. It was a well-renovated space that she had designed into a music studio.

"What do you think about putting some flowers here on the second floor? And over here, I think..."

Cecilia Nathan pointed at a photo in the document, her voice soft. She was nestled close to Miles Sinclair, looking like a couple who had been together for a long time.

’Moving on so quickly...’

Damian Hawthorne’s lips curled into a cold smirk as he walked toward Cecilia Nathan.

Cecilia Nathan didn’t see Damian Hawthorne, but Miles Sinclair spotted him first.

"Mr. Hawthorne."

Miles Sinclair nodded at him, instinctively moving a little closer to Cecilia Nathan.

"Mr. Sinclair, you’re a celebrity. It’s inevitable that paparazzi follow you around. Cecilia is just an ordinary person. Your presence is completely disrupting her life."

After Damian Hawthorne spoke, Miles Sinclair’s expression grew serious. "There are paparazzi outside?"

"They’ve been dealt with." Damian Hawthorne crossed his arms and sat down brazenly on a chair. His gaze swept over the hand Miles Sinclair had on Cecilia Nathan’s waist, his brown eyes as deep as a bottomless pool. "Mr. Sinclair, if you like Cecilia, are you willing to quit show business for her?"

Although he hadn’t yet been able to dig up any information on Miles Sinclair, it didn’t mean he was comfortable entrusting Cecilia Nathan to him.

Especially the way Cecilia Nathan looked at Miles Sinclair—with such tenderness and affection—it infuriated him.

"Damian Hawthorne, don’t make that kind of demand of Miles..." Cecilia Nathan frowned, subconsciously protecting Miles Sinclair.

"A demand..." Damian Hawthorne narrowed his eyes. When he opened them again, they were noticeably red-rimmed. "Even if you’re not with me, you can’t be with him."

"He’s in the entertainment industry. He has obsessive fans. Can you handle all the women flocking around him?"

After Damian Hawthorne finished, Cecilia Nathan lowered her eyes, her palm tightening slightly.

’Damian Hawthorne is right. The Miles of today is no longer the Miles from our school days.’

"I managed to get through all those women around you back then, didn’t I?" Cecilia Nathan said. Damian Hawthorne let out a cold laugh.

He curled his lip slightly, the smile not reaching his eyes. "Can he even compare to me?"

Cecilia Nathan pressed her lips together, saying nothing.

Miles Sinclair was a celebrity now. His pursuers were wealthy people, and more than that, they were fanatics.

As for Damian Hawthorne, although he was popular, most of the people who liked him weren’t crazy—at least, not as crazy as she used to be.

"Mr. Hawthorne, you should worry about yourself." Miles Sinclair adjusted his baseball cap, retorting irritably, "Cecilia and I have known each other for so long. How long have you known her? As long as we can be together, neither of us cares about our statuses."

"Is that so?" Damian Hawthorne raised an eyebrow, looking at Cecilia Nathan. "He continues to be a celebrity, and you can accept that?"

Cecilia Nathan’s lips parted slightly.

’In the past, she definitely wouldn’t have been able to accept it.’

’It wasn’t that she disliked the profession of being a celebrity, but that she was afraid of the trouble it would bring.’

’If Miles were a celebrity, she would never again be able to walk openly with him in public like they used to.’

’She didn’t know what Miles had been through or why he had decided to become a celebrity.’

’But as long as Miles was alive, she was willing to support him in anything he wanted to do.’

"Damian Hawthorne, this has nothing to do with you." Cecilia Nathan took a deep breath. "Miles and I will handle our own affairs. You don’t need to worry about it."

"Then what about our affair?" Damian Hawthorne grabbed Cecilia Nathan’s hand. "You’re with him now, so what was all that about you pursuing me back then?"

"You said you wanted to marry me, have my children, and be with me forever. You said that as long as my eyes were on you, your heart would always beat for me. So what is this now? Tossing aside your new love for an old flame?"

Damian Hawthorne’s every word was like a knife, stabbing precisely into Cecilia Nathan’s heart.

Cecilia Nathan looked up and met Damian Hawthorne’s gaze, and was surprised to see heartache in his eyes.

"Yes, that was true... but it’s not anymore."

Cecilia Nathan closed her eyes, finally forcing out the words that were so painful for her to say.

’Her pursuit of Damian Hawthorne back then was real, and her love for his eyes was real too.’

"Heh..." Damian Hawthorne sneered, walked up to Miles Sinclair, and grabbed his shirt. "I don’t care what kind of freak you are, but you’d better stop pretending in front of me. You might be able to fool her, but you can’t fool me."

’A dead man coming back to life... even TV dramas wouldn’t dare write a plot like that.’

"Damian Hawthorne!" Cecilia Nathan quickly grabbed his hand, her eyes turning red. "Let him go."

The anguish in her voice cut into Damian Hawthorne’s heart like a knife.

He remembered once saying that he wouldn’t regret it, no matter who Cecilia Nathan ended up with.

But now, he regretted it.

Damian Hawthorne scoffed, grabbed Cecilia Nathan, and strode toward the exit.

"Damian Hawthorne!"

"Damian!"

"Mr. Hawthorne!"

...

Hugo Grant walked over and blocked Damian Hawthorne’s path. "Damian, you’re losing control," he said in a low voice.

Cecilia Nathan looked at her reddened wrist, both angry and helpless. "Damian Hawthorne, you’re hurting me!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Cecilia felt the grip on her wrist loosen slightly.

Damian Hawthorne stood with his back to her, unmoving.

Seeing Damian Hawthorne like this, Hugo Grant couldn’t bear it. "Damian, have you forgotten? You said you would let Cecilia go."

"You said you wouldn’t regret it," Hugo Grant reminded him cruelly, one word at a time.

He had come in precisely to stop Damian from losing control.

Hugo Grant knew that as long as this Miles Sinclair was in the picture, everyone else had to step aside.

"Don’t forget, you were the one who pursued Serena Hughes first."

Damian Hawthorne closed his eyes, his shoulders trembling slightly.

"Since you already have someone in your heart, don’t keep stringing her along."