Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 27: He Achieved His Goal

Serena Hughes’s eyes were fixed on Damian Hawthorne’s hand.

In that instant, Damian Hawthorne immediately let go.

Cecilia Nathan finally pulled her hand back.

Serena Hughes walked up to Damian Hawthorne and said in a low voice, "I’m sorry, am I interrupting?"

"Not at all." Before Damian Hawthorne could speak, Cecilia Nathan put some distance between them. "You’re just in time."

Damian Hawthorne glanced at Cecilia Nathan, then said to Serena Hughes, "My assistant said you’ve been waiting for a long time. I’ll take you to the old family estate tomorrow."

Damian Hawthorne didn’t explain why he was in the same car as Cecilia Nathan.

Serena’s heart felt as if it were being clawed at, but she knew she couldn’t make a scene right now.

’I have to be more composed than Cecilia Nathan.’

"Mr. Hawthorne, I’m hungry," Serena Hughes said, lowering her head. Her voice was a mumble, with a hint of a childish pout.

Damian Hawthorne nodded and said to Cecilia Nathan, "I’m leaving now. I’ll have my assistant take you home later."

Without waiting for Cecilia to react, he turned and left with Serena Hughes.

As she walked away, Serena Hughes glanced back at Cecilia Nathan.

In that single glance, Cecilia could already see the provocation.

Cecilia almost wanted to laugh.

’All it took was one sentence from Serena Hughes to make Damian Hawthorne follow her away.’

’I really don’t know what she has to worry about.’

"Miss Cecilia, let me take you home," the assistant said, feeling sorry for her as she stood there motionless.

He had watched Cecilia Nathan pursue Damian Hawthorne for so many years.

But in the end, her devotion was no match for an old flame.

"Miss Cecilia, we’ve known each other for a long time. If I may offer a word of advice, you should give up on President Hawthorne..." The assistant sighed. "You’ve seen it yourself. There’s always been someone in his heart, and that person is Miss Hughes."

"Actually, when President Hawthorne rejected you in the past, it was for your own good. He was always going to marry Miss Hughes sooner or later."

It wasn’t his place as an assistant to say such things, but he couldn’t bear to watch Cecilia continue her unrequited love.

Cecilia’s lips curled into a sneer. "I know. Thank you."

’She knew Damian Hawthorne wasn’t interested in her from the start, but she had to try.’

’Because that was the only way to get close to him.’

Staring at the road ahead, Cecilia suddenly felt lost.

’She had put so much effort into pursuing Damian Hawthorne for so long and had never once thought of giving up.’

’Serena Hughes’s appearance had completely upended her life’s plans.’

"Just now... Damian Hawthorne saw Serena Hughes in the rearview mirror, didn’t he?" Cecilia asked.

The assistant nodded awkwardly.

Cecilia lowered her gaze and smiled derisively.

’So, everything Damian Hawthorne did was just to make Serena Hughes jealous.’

’He knew Serena had her reservations about him, but he knew even better how to play with a woman’s heart.’

’Whether it was coming to find her at the KTV or making Serena Hughes wait, it was all part of his plan.’

’He wanted to make Serena jealous, and he wanted to make her fall for him.’

’And he succeeded.’

’What on earth was I expecting...?’

Cecilia felt utterly ridiculous.

She looked up at the sky and sniffled, her nose tingling as she fought back tears.

Seeing her like this, the assistant’s heart went out to her.

"Miss Cecilia, you’re an amazing person in your own right."

After all, he’d watched Cecilia over the past few years. In the assistant’s eyes, she wasn’t just some lapdog for Damian Hawthorne; she was a friend to all of them.

Cecilia was devoted to Damian, and she was just as warm and kind to the people around him.

The assistant believed that Cecilia would be much better off without Damian Hawthorne.

"Maybe one day, President Hawthorne will regret letting you go."

Cecilia smiled but said nothing.

’Will that day ever come?’

’Damian Hawthorne hasn’t fallen for me after all this time. Now that Serena Hughes is here, he never will.’

"It doesn’t matter anymore."

’Her relationship with Damian Hawthorne was over.’

...

「Korsyth Hospital.」

In the Ophthalmology Department.

The senior director of the ophthalmology department adjusted his glasses, carefully studying the medical report in front of him.

"The recovery is going very well. It’s normal to have occasional rejection symptoms."

Damian Hawthorne sat on the other side of the desk, his brows furrowed. "How long will this last?"

"Maybe a while. Maybe a lifetime."

’A while...’

The corner of Damian Hawthorne’s mouth twitched.

’It’s been years, and his eyes are still like this.’

’If it really is for a lifetime...’

Damian Hawthorne closed his eyes. The feeling of darkness that had shrouded him for so many years washed over him, and he snapped his eyes open.

’He never wanted to go back to those dark times.’

"Mr. Hawthorne, how are your eyes?" Serena Hughes, who had accompanied him the entire time, asked. Seeing that he had finished his eye exam, her concern was written all over her face.

Compared to the fear she felt when she first saw him, she was now much more willing to show her emotions.

"You’re concerned about me?" Damian Hawthorne asked with a teasing smile.

Serena Hughes’s eyes widened, and she nodded without hesitation. "Yes, Mr. Hawthorne. I’m very concerned about you..."

"Mr. Hawthorne, there’s something I need to tell you."

Damian Hawthorne tilted his chin up slightly, revealing his handsome jawline.

"Mr. Hawthorne... I like you..."

Serena Hughes finished speaking with her head lowered, waiting for Damian Hawthorne’s reaction.

But a long moment passed with no response.

Serena’s face grew hot. She quietly lifted her gaze to see Damian’s reaction, only to find his eyes fixed on a spot somewhere else.

In the hallway stood Cecilia Nathan, holding a test result slip.

The color drained from Serena Hughes’s face.

At that moment, Cecilia was unaware that someone was watching her.

She looked at the test results for the little life inside her and sighed softly.

’The truth was, she hadn’t lost the baby yet. She had only said that to avoid unnecessary complications.’

But the test results were indeed grim.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want this child. It was that they couldn’t detect a fetal heartbeat, and the doctor said it most likely wouldn’t survive.

If the fetus remained inside, it would be bad for her health as well.

Following the doctor’s advice, she had no choice but to have the procedure done as soon as possible.

As Cecilia walked towards the elevator, still holding the report, she bumped right into someone.

She had been looking down at the report and hadn’t seen the person in front of her.

"I’m sor—" She looked up apologetically, but the words caught in her throat when she saw the familiar face before her.

Damian Hawthorne glanced at her lab report and snatched it away with one hand.

Cecilia failed to stop him. She panicked and tried to grab it back, but Damian Hawthorne held it high above her head.

Damian Hawthorne was nearly six-foot-three, while she was only five-foot-five. She couldn’t reach it at all.

"Damian Hawthorne, give it back," Cecilia said, gritting her teeth as she tugged at his sleeve.

The tugging wrinkled his white shirt, revealing his alluring collarbones and the faint outline of the muscles beneath.

Cecilia was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

Damian Hawthorne tilted his head back slightly, his eyes scanning the results on the sheet. His gaze deepened. "The baby’s still here?"

Cecilia’s heart lurched. "Not for long."

But Damian ignored her, shoving the report back into her hands. "Since you haven’t lost the baby, you should have it."

Cecilia stumbled back a few steps, her eyes wide. "What?"

"Damian Hawthorne, I can’t keep this baby."

’Now that she knew Damian Hawthorne couldn’t marry her, keeping the child was even more out of the question.’

’She didn’t want to be a single mother.’

’Besides, it wasn’t a matter of not wanting to keep it anymore—it was that she couldn’t.’