Kapitel 258: A Stomachache

Love is slow, it is like an aging wine, its taste develops with time and patience but it rots when the process is quickened. Eve had laughed when she had heard that line in the last theater she had visited.

But when she looked at Damien still standing there with a frown and Hazel accepting that it was all her mistake yet not seeing an ounce of regret in her eyes, she remembered that line unconsciously.

"Oh no, not at all." but if they think that they can trample over her, they need to think again. She had strangled that Eve and buried her long ago.

"I never liked that dress so you can have it. I did not wear the dresses worn by anyone else anyway." Eve said those words with such a smile as if she had only complemented Hazel. Hazel's face went pale. The woman was calling her cheap for using second hand goods. She looked at Damien for help. But he was only staring at Eve with his eyes deep in thought.