บททั้งหมดของ Untouchable ex-wife of the ruthless billionaire CEO : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Is that… Lillian Ashford? one woman exclaimed softly. As she walked, her dress swirled about her, a perfect dark blue silk glistening under the chandeliers. Every action was a dance; each stride was intentional, elegant. Lillian's serenity had a hint of strength even as she held her chin high, every inch of her exuding authority. She wasn't only at this gala; she was running it. Damon Blackwood stood at the far end of the room, his gaze fixed on her the instant she walked in. He tightened his hold on the whisky glass crystal. He had not anticipated this; he had not anticipated her appearance. She was no longer the lady who had held upon him for support. This Lillian was impenetrable; her confidence was as much a weapon as her attractiveness. A man next to him grumbled, attempting to keep his voice down but failing, "I heard she's taken the industry by storm." Damon, his eyes on her, said nothing. As she chatted with some of the city's most influential people, Lillian's smooth, con

"Damon," a voice interrupted his daydreaming and he blinked. Beside him, Jaxon Thornfield stood, his gaze also on Lillian. You appear to be as fascinated as everyone else. Damon remained silent, his mouth clenching as he kept staring at Lillian. She had not yet seen him, but it was just a question of time. She was now too unstoppable, too powerful. Lillian's eyes ran over the throng as she crossed the floor; for the briefest time, she looked at Damon. Damon's heart raced. For a fleeting second, he believed he saw something, perhaps familiarity or warmth, but it disappeared very immediately. As though he were just another face in the throng, she turned away without a sign of hesitation. When Jaxon nudged him, he was still looking. Jaxon said, his voice sarcastic, "You should go talk to her." Damon, "She's not the girl you left behind." Damon's eyes narrowed, but his speech was laboured. The past doesn't interest me. Jaxon lifted an eyebrow. "Not?" Then why do you seem to have j

"Lillian," Damon whispered under his breath, his voice almost inaudible among the gala's murmuring. Yet she remained still. She didn't even blink. His voice seemed to be just another sound in the symphony of conversation surrounding her. A voice next to him shattered the stillness. "She's out of your reach now," he said. Standing only a few steps away, Jaxon Thornfield had his hands casually folded behind his back. Damon's jaw tightened. "I can manage her," he murmured, the words feeling harsh on his mouth. He was unsure if he was convincing Jaxon, himself, or the picture of Lillian in front of him. Could you? Jaxon enquired, his voice a soft provocation. Damon was silent. His attention stayed on Lillian, whose head was somewhat askew as she chuckled at something a man next to her said. Unlike the woman he had known, her laugh was warm, vibrant, and full of life. So different from the lady who previously chuckled just for him. Will she remember you back? Jaxon pushed, his voice

This isn't correct, she thought, her hold on the glass tightening. Damon's desire to Lillian wasn't only physical; it was more like a shift, a change in the air that Seraphina couldn't ignore. Lillian was turning into a danger Seraphina could no longer deny. The woman was lovely and confident; now, it appeared she was sliding under Damon's skin in ways Seraphina could not control. A real smile filling her face, her breath hitched as she watched Lillian chuckle at something Knox had said. Knox's hand brushing against her waist as he leaned in was all too much. Turning fast and with a hardened expression, Seraphina looked for an ally's solace. Her gaze roamed the room until they found one guy she trusted, Jaxon Thornfield, a man with ties and loyalties extending well beyond what most people knew. She had no time to lose. Seraphina's voice fell to a whisper as she walked towards him, her heels tapping hard on the marble. This has to be fixed right away. We have to correct this. At th

"You need to stop chasing her," Jaxon said calmly and deliberately. He was neither begging nor asking. It was a command. Damon's jaw clenched and his hold on the whisky glass became tighter until the crystal looked about to shatter under his touch. He laughed softly, nearly undetectable, with a sour undertone. Since when do you command me? Though terse, Damon’s statements clearly conveyed a challenge. He straightened up straighter, looking at Jaxon as though he were an adversary. Jaxon's face remained unchanged. The action seemed casual, as if he didn't sense the tension growing between them, so he just sipped his drink slowly. I'm not telling you what to do. I'm warning you. His gaze shifted from Lillian back to Damon, his voice dropping a little. She is no longer yours. The words struck Damon hard, raw and unrelenting. His breath caught and for the briefest time he believed he could lose control. But he would not. He never done that. Not in front of anybody. Meeting Jaxon's sta