Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Damian regretted provoking Gigi.

He went back to his room and sat at the table, fiddling with his phone to pass the time. After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

Damian didn't turn around, avoiding looking at Gigi as she entered. He was unsure how to face her.

Gigi entered timidly, carrying a tray with a cup of milk. "I want to say sorry, Damian. Earlier, I..." She placed the milk on the table gently.

"It's okay. You're young. I won't argue." Damian still didn't meet her eyes. "By the way, I bought a villa in Enswood, near Waldorf Residence..." Gigi couldn't control her emotions. "It's not even been a month. Can't you wait to get rid of me?"

agreement difficult to handle. He was about to explain it when Gigi asked, her voice trembling, "Do you hate me?"

expression. "I'm sure you understand how I feel about you. Don't you get it?" Gigi was at a loss for

I don't want to see you. I'm nice because Pearl asked, but I don't want to be close. Understand?" Damian's words

face. She wanted to speak

cruel words to her. For a moment, she wanted to cry

when I promised you one month. Did you take it seriously?

words came across as a warning, as

was criticizing her, and she couldn't argue back, no matter how harsh

joke to her. If she said she liked him, it would sound

"Damian, you..."

you to move to the place I mentioned. And give up on that silly idea. We can still be friends. But if you keep on with this, I don't think we should see each other anymore." Damian glanced at her. Seeing her distant look made him feel guilty. He wondered if he was too