Cindy was vicious

★★★

"My gesture depends on my mood. Since she provokes me while knowing me well, how can my gesture remain kind and tasteful for her?" Damon said curtly, quickly lighting a cigarette in frustration.

"Is that so? Why is it so different with Jasmine? She deliberately walked in like a beggar to embarrass you, yet I didn't see a single moment of harshness from you. Although you didn't help her, you didn't throw her out either," Cesar said, taking a seat next to him. Though the screen was in front of them, Jasmine was no longer visible on it.

Damon took a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly. "This matter is different. Do not twist it."

Cesar raised an eyebrow. "Different how? Because she doesn’t give you importance, or because you actually care about her?"

Damon glanced at Cesar, his eyes cold. "What are you getting at?"

Cesar leaned forward, his tone softer but probing. "I've known you for a long time, Damon. You don’t get this worked up over just anyone. If she’s nothing to you