CHAPTER 205: CHAPTER 205: DAMIEN LANCASTER FEELS HEARTACHE

"Look, your Damien Lancaster is so fierce, it’s biting Timothy Walsh. Timothy Walsh, stop grimacing, be brave, bite back."

"Your Timothy Walsh is a bit cowardly, only knows how to run."

"Who’s cowardly? Timothy Walsh, bite him, you need to be a super-manly dog, bite him hard. If you can’t, just use your pee and sprinkle it on him."

"Haha, Timothy Walsh ran away, look."

Ella Morgan felt deflated, "Stupid dog, only knows how to run, Timothy Walsh really is a stupid dog."

"Damien Lancaster is also a stupid dog, a big stupid dog."

Ivy Summers leaned against Ella Morgan’s shoulder with her eyes closed. Suddenly, her shoulder felt warm. She opened her eyes, and through her haze she saw someone who looked like Damien Lancaster.

Ivy Summers rubbed her eyes, "How did a stupid dog turn into a person?"

Damien Lancaster pulled her up with a dark face, Ella Morgan and Ivy Summers had been comfortably leaning against each other, but suddenly the support vanished, and Ella Morgan, with her eyes closed, fell onto the ground, mumbling, "Timothy Walsh... stupid dog, don’t run..."

Ivy Summers was engulfed by the smell of tobacco and then was lifted up.

Ivy Summers pushed hard but couldn’t free herself. She opened her eyes to ask Ella Morgan for help, "Ella, help me, I’m being taken away by a stupid dog..."

Damien Lancaster glanced at the woman drunk as mud on the ground, "She’s so drunk she can’t even keep her eyes open, and you expect her to save you?"

"Ella..."

Ella Morgan really couldn’t open her eyes, so Damien Lancaster carried Ivy Summers to the car while Julian Jacobs quickly closed the car door.

Damien Lancaster looked back at Ella, "Call Timothy Walsh to pick her up."

Julian Jacobs immediately made the call.

Coincidentally, the driver Ivy Summers had called arrived. Damien Lancaster asked Julian Jacobs to stay and accompany Ella Morgan while he drove Ivy Summers back.

Damien Lancaster had also drunk a lot today but wasn’t drunk. As he drove over, he saw two women sitting by the road, shouting names at two dogs.

At first, Damien Lancaster thought he was mistaken, until Ivy Summers shouted "Damien Lancaster, stupid dog," and he confirmed it was indeed Ivy Summers.

Because only she dared to call him that.

Seeing Ivy Summers drunk in the middle of the night was surprising to him. Could her failure to escape him really be this distressing?

"Sir, where to?" asked the driver in front.

Damien Lancaster pressed Ivy Summers in his embrace and coldly spat out, "Find the nearest hotel."

Home was too far, and seeing how much she drank, she’d likely feel horrible later.

The driver looked at Damien Lancaster through the rearview mirror with suspicion.

"Sir, do you know this lady?"

Many men would pick up drunk women outside bars to take to hotels for obvious reasons.

The driver clearly thought Damien Lancaster was one of those men.

Damien Lancaster frowned, "She’s my wife."

The driver, experienced and worldly, remarked, "That’s what they all say."

Just then, Ivy Summers mumbled in her sleep, "Damien Lancaster... stupid dog..."

Damien Lancaster’s brow twitched. Taking a deep breath, he said, "The stupid dog she’s talking about is me."

Driver, "..."

Julian Jacobs stayed with Ella Morgan, seeing her lying on the ground wasn’t ideal. Julian Jacobs carefully helped her up.

But the drunken Ella Morgan was unruly, she found a support point and clung on with both hands.

Julian Jacobs panicked and quickly pushed her away.

"Ah!" Ella Morgan fell into the nearby bushes.

"Miss Morgan!"

Julian Jacobs quickly and clumsily helped the disheveled woman get up.

Ella Morgan sat on the ground with her eyes closed, hugging her arms like a wounded child, "It hurts."

"Miss Morgan, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it," Julian Jacobs wiped the sweat from his brow. What a terrible task, accompanying a drunk woman, couldn’t touch or push, causing Julian Jacobs much distress.

...

Damien Lancaster opened a room and carried Ivy Summers inside, placing her on the bed.

Ivy Summers rolled once on the big bed, then fell off.

Damien Lancaster had just turned away when he heard a "thud."

Damien Lancaster frowned and strode over, picking her up and putting her back on the bed.

Ivy Summers rolled over, seeming restless. Damien Lancaster held her down, "Ivy Summers, don’t move around."

Ivy Summers obediently moved her head a little and really stopped moving. Damien Lancaster’s gaze fell on her head, which had turned red from bumping.

Damien Lancaster felt heartache and knit his brows, then took out his phone to call for a medical kit to be sent over.

Damien Lancaster sat beside her, opened the medicinal alcohol, dabbed a cotton swab, and gently applied it to her forehead. Ivy Summers felt ticklish, raised her hand to wipe it, but Damien Lancaster grasped her hand, "Don’t move, or it’ll get in your eyes."

Ivy Summers turned her head slightly and continued to sleep soundly.

Having applied the medicine, Damien Lancaster noticed her hand that he held—it still had untreated wounds, which disrupted the beauty of her hand.

Damien Lancaster’s gaze deepened, somberly as he treated her wounds.

"Ivy Summers, does it hurt?"

Ivy Summers mumbled and replied to the question, "It hurts."

"You knew it would hurt yet you forced the ring off. Serves you right."

Ivy Summers seemed to understand someone was scolding her, tried to withdraw her hand but failed, so she didn’t try again.

After treating her wound, Damien Lancaster had two sets of clean sleepwear sent over. Her body reeked of alcohol.

When the clothes arrived, Damien Lancaster took Ivy Summers to the bathroom...

Half an hour later, Damien Lancaster emerged sweaty, carrying the freshly cleaned Ivy Summers.

Ivy Summers threw a fit while bathing, soaking Damien Lancaster completely.

Throughout the process, he was continuously scolded. The water was too hot, too cold, she loved to squirm like a loach, impossible to hold onto.

Damien Lancaster took a deep breath, looked at the woman sleeping sweetly on the bed, and went to take a cold shower.

Upon returning, he realized the bed was empty. Thinking Ivy Summers had woken up and left, he then saw her on the ground.

"..."

Damien Lancaster pressed his lips together, lifted her, and lay on the bed with her, keeping her in his embrace.

He lowered his gaze, looking at the woman in his arms. She slept quite comfortably, while he suffered.

Damien Lancaster gazed at her, his eyes deep and unwavering as he unconsciously pressed his lips against hers.

Her lips were just as he imagined, soft and fragrant, prompting him to increase the intensity.

Thinking about her agreeing to marry Noah Scott unleashed a surge of anger, making his kiss all the more fierce.

Ivy Summers did not cooperate, frowning as she tried to dodge, but the man’s hand clasped the back of her neck.

Just before losing control, Damien Lancaster released her, taking a deep breath.

The woman smacked her lips indifferently.

Damien Lancaster thought she was waking up, but she buried her head and continued sleeping.

Taking a deep breath, Damien was certain that if he kissed her again, he’d lose control. Sharing a bed was torturous enough...

The next day.

Ivy Summers woke up with a headache, opening her eyes to find herself in unfamiliar surroundings.

Ivy Summers suddenly sat up, looking down to find her clothes had been changed.

Who changed her clothes?

She immediately lifted the quilt to check if she was uncomfortable anywhere, and a set of clothes fell to the floor.

Ivy Summers got up from the bed, picked up the clothes; they were her size.

Left by the person who changed her clothes?

Even the underwear was her size!

Ivy Summers ruffled her hair frantically, busy trying to find her phone.

Last night, she had drunk a lot with Ella Morgan, then... then saw two dogs fighting on the roadside, and then the dogs turned into... Damien Lancaster!

Ivy Summers’ eyes widened, realizing Damien Lancaster had brought her to the hotel last night!

And what about Ella Morgan?

Ivy Summers rushed into the bathroom, searched every corner of the room, but saw no one.

Ivy Summers called Ella Morgan, but there was no answer.

Ivy Summers felt a bit of pain at the corner of her mouth, pursing her lips; it seemed like her mouth was broken. She couldn’t remember what happened last night.

She only remembered drinking a lot with Ella Morgan, whom she hadn’t drunk like that with in a long time.

Ivy Summers changed clothes first. On her way out of the hotel, she kept calling Ella Morgan.

She was somewhat worried about Ella Morgan.

Instead of Ella answering, Damien Lancaster called her first.

Ivy Summers’ heart skipped a beat, frantically trying to recall if she had done anything outrageous last night, and after a long time, she answered the call, "Hello."

"Awake?"

"It was you last night!"

"Otherwise, who were you hoping for, Noah Scott?"

"..."

"Why aren’t you talking?"

"Where’s Ella Morgan?"

"Timothy Walsh took her back."

"Timothy Walsh!" Ivy Summers raised her voice, "How could you call Timothy Walsh? He wouldn’t treat Ella Morgan well."

"Otherwise, should I have brought you both to the hotel? Wouldn’t that be considered creepy?"

"You are pretty much creepy anyway."

"Ha, wasn’t I the silly dog? So what’s it today, creepy?"

Uh-oh! He heard that!

Ivy Summers hung up the phone guiltily, thinking that Ella Morgan shouldn’t have any trouble with Timothy Walsh, and told the driver to return to the Sterling Family.

Just as Ivy Summers stepped into the Sterling Family, she noticed everyone was there; they were having breakfast. She thought about sneaking upstairs...

but then Tristan Sterling said, "Back?"

Suddenly, everyone turned their gaze to her.

Chloe Caldwell asked, "Ivy, where did you go so early?"

Ivy Summers straightened up, "I... I went for a walk..."

Kyle Sterling teased, "A walk? Do you usually go for walks in the morning, cousin?"

Ivy Summers laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, yeah."

Maisie wondered how they didn’t know mommy had a morning walking habit.

Old Master Sterling said, "Originally thought you hadn’t gotten up yet, wanted to let you sleep more, so I didn’t call you, come have breakfast."

Ivy Summers obediently walked over. Tristan Sterling scanned her a few times, focusing on the corner of her mouth, "What happened to your mouth?"

Ivy Summers raised a hand, "I... bit myself!"

"Are you sure it wasn’t a dog bite?"

"What nonsense, which dog could jump up and bite Ivy’s mouth..." Chloe Caldwell paused, recalling Ivy going out last night...

Chloe Caldwell instantly realized something, cleared her throat, and said no more.

Ivy Summers was almost burying her head.

"Pretty tough on yourself." Tristan Sterling chuckled.

Ivy Summers awkwardly chuckled twice.

Chloe Caldwell stood up to serve Ivy Summers a bowl of porridge.

"Thank you, Aunt."

Ivy Summers’ call of "Aunt" delighted Chloe Caldwell, "Have more, later tell me all you like to eat, I’ll instruct the kitchen to make them."

Ivy Summers slightly smiled, "I’m not picky."

Tristan Sterling added an omelet to Ivy Summers’ plate, "Eat more, you look hungry, even biting yourself."