Chapter Thirty eight

His words brought strange silence in the room. I was at a loss for words, I couldn't believe what my ears had heard. “You lost your tongue? Irene, you wanted me to talk right? Clean your ears because you will be hearing so much this evening" Damien raised his voice angrily.

I staggered back a little before I controlled my balance. “What are you talking about Damien?" I asked weakly. Damien smirked and felt I was faking everything. “You become less attractive and disgusting when you do that Irene" he said, staring at me irritated.

“Playing victim shows how dumb and irresponsible you are” he hissed rudely. I was agitated. I felt like slapping his face really hard without remorse. “Don't you ever! Ever use such languages at me again Damien!! Don't you ever" I raised my finger towards him pointing at him.

I heard a loud echo of laughter in the room. Damien got out of his seat and walked towards me laughing. “You really have some guts Irene Swift! Too much guts! Or else