---- enemy's sister! You and Garrett Rivers have been fighting for how many years now. If you actually fell for his sister, you'd be..." Damon's expression instantly turned ugly. He violently kicked over the coffee table, his voice filled with suppressed fury. "T don't like her! If I liked Garrett Rivers' sister, I'd cut off my head and let him use it as a football! Is that enough? Get out, all of you get out! Don't fucking bother me for the next few days!" After driving everyone away, Damon poured himself a glass of whiskey and stood by the floor-to-ceiling window. After a few drinks, his expression looked particularly gloomy. He poured another glass and drank it in one gulp, feeling the cold alcohol burn down his throat into his stomach. His mind was in chaos, constantly seeing images of Sage Rivers being pressed down by those disgusting ---- men. Her despair, her pain-like a knife stabbing straight into his heart. He didn't understand his emotions toward Sage Rivers. Initially approaching her was clearly just to get revenge on Garrett Rivers and find leverage to threaten him. But why did seeing her treated that way make him want to kill someone in a murderous rage? She shouldn't be like that. Every time she lay beneath him, so good and soft, her eyes full of love, like a gentle little cat. But that day, her eyes held only fear and despair. He didn't dare think about it further, just felt suffocated inside. Suddenly remembering that Sage Rivers didn't like the smell of alcohol, he frowned and poured the expensive liquor down the drain. He turned toward the bedroom, his footsteps very light, afraid of waking her. ---- Iheard his footsteps and quickly closed my eyes, holding back tears and pretending to sleep. My heart was beating fast, my fingers gripping the blanket corner tightly, afraid he'd discover I was faking sleep. Damon stood by the bed, looked down at me for a while, gently stroked my head, then turned and left the room. For the next several days, Damon never went to the Pack House office again, practically revolving around me every day. He made the entire northern territory's night sky bloom with blue fireworks that I loved most as a declaration of love, spent 100 million dollars to buy the most expensive healing stone in history to make into a ring, filled the entire villa with my favorite flowers. He even spent a million dollars to hire the head chef from a French Michelin restaurant to cook just for me. I looked at the table piled high with gifts, but felt no ---- joy in my heart. I knew he was trying to make me happy, but my heart had already grown cold as ice. No one mentioned what happened that day, but everyone knew I wasn't happy. I smiled less and less, my eyes becoming more and more numb. Damon finally couldn't stand it anymore. After dinner one evening, he held me in his arms, his voice low and hoarse. "Baby, it's my fault. I didn't protect you properly. Forget about that attack and our lost child, okay? I'll do anything you want." I looked up at his deep eyes and asked softly, " Anything?" Damon nodded. "Anything." I was silent for a while, then finally spoke. "I want to know your phone password."