Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress Chapter 112 - Too Bad He Loves Her Too Much

Katherine felt tormented about everything. She was so happy to see him earlier. She missed him so badly even though they have only been apart for a few days and yet here they were. She saw Damien seemingly p.i.s.sed about what was happening. 

But as much as she wanted to go over to hug him and tell him to just forget about everything, she couldn't just take back her words as those were the truth. So even though they both didn't like what was going on, they still had to continue their discussion, don't they?

Getting out of the car, Katherine tried to carefully tread through the pile of leaves on the ground. They crunched every time she stepped on them as she walked towards where Damien was. 

Just before she could get to him, he turned to her and asked, "Are you mad because I kissed you and you are worried about what others will say? Or because Matt was there?"

He just had to go there. He didn't want to, but his stupid brain and mouth got ahead of him.

Hearing his question, Katherine's anger just spiked up. "What?! Matt is just a friend!"

Damien snorted. Since he had already started on this, so why not go along with his temper? 

"You can't seriously believe what he told you back at the party. Did you really believe him just like that? That was the lamest pick-up line that has been overused! He's an actor, and he's been rumored to date a lot of women."

Katherine knitted her brows. She didn't like where this was going. "And you think that I simply just believe what other people tell me? Matt has been nothing but nice to me. You think I got mad because he was there? Do you not trust me at all?"

" You, I trust. Despite not knowing about your past, I f*cking trust you. But them? I don't trust any of your friends. " He admitted openly for her to understand where he stood.

"My friends?"

"That's right! I don't trust them at all. I don't trust anyone who's been with you for the past five years!" Damien huffed. He was feeling so frustrated as h.e.l.l. He didn't mean for their conversation to go this way but he couldn't help it. As much as he wanted for them to stop, they had already started and it was too difficult to stop.

"Where is this coming from? Why? How could you doubt them? They're the only ones who were with me when I was lost and didn't know anything about myself!" Katherine was being defensive. She could not believe that Damien would think bad about her friends.

Damien, on the other hand, felt that he should tell her his thoughts since the beginning. "That's exactly right, Katherine! You have been with them for five years, but then what? You have not recovered any of your memories, and the only time that you did, you became violent and then forgot about it again! So what does that say, huh?

"It has only been a couple of months since you have been with me. And ever since I found you again… ever since you've spent time with me, you have had more progress than you had over those five years with all those people around you! You had no one else but them, so what does that mean?"

Katherine listened to what he had to say but she still felt that he was overreacting. "Do you know how horrifying it was for me to wake up not knowing who I was and what was going on with me? On top of that, I was alone. I had to live like that for years!

"Everything seemed to be shoved into my face like I am expected to just go with the flow. I was forced to live my life despite not understanding a lot of things. I had no other choice! Emma and Adam were the only ones who were there with me the entire time. I had no one! 

"And you… where were you? You weren't there, Damien. So you don't get to tell me who I should be friends with when all I had was literally no one."

Damien could feel the hurt in her voice. He didn't like that he had to point out what he just told her, but a part of him felt that it was better to let her know what he had been thinking. He already knew that she was feeling frustrated not knowing about her past and he felt bad that she had struggled all those years. 

And hearing what she just told him — he, too, was hurt. "That's not fair… I tried to look for you." 

Katherine didn't like that Damien had those thoughts about her friends but she couldn't argue with him because he was right too. She only recalled a memory after meeting him… even if it was five years later. Her eyes became misty, but she would never cry in front of him as long as she could help it.

"I don't like this conversation," she muttered before she turned to walk back to the car.

Damien didn't like it either. He was already feeling bad about everything.

Just as Katherine was about to open the door, she winced when she stepped with her bad foot — it was so painful that she had to abruptly slam her hand on the car. "Ngh…"

Damien immediately appeared at her side, holding her upright. "What's wrong?" he asked as he scanned her body from head to toe.

"Nothing. I'm fine."

He finally found the source of her pain when his eyes landed on her swollen ankle that had already started to bruise.

"What the h.e.l.l? That's not fine, Katherine." Damien bent down and carefully checked her foot, making sure he wasn't touching any part that would hurt her. 

"It's just a sprain. It will heal," she said calmly. She didn't want to make a big deal out of it. And knowing Damien, he was surely going to make a big deal out of it.

Raising his head, Damien shot her a glare. He got up and stared at her, wondering if he should knock her head. He saw her twist her ankle but forgot about that. Moreover, he had dragged her towards the car earlier and then they stood there arguing while it was getting cold and she didn't say anything even though she was already in pain. 

What a stupid woman! Too bad he loves her too much to smack her head.

Feeling the fierce glare that he was giving her, Katherine did not dare to look at him and kept her gaze on the ground. She was still mad about their ugly dispute but she was also feeling guilty, so she could only maintain a slightly mad expression.

With a hand on his waist, Damien pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed out a heavy sigh.

"Come on, let's get you home."

After opening the door to his car, he bent a little, scooped her into his arms and carefully placed her inside. He looked at her for several seconds before buckling her belt for her. 'What am I going to do with you, Katherine?' he thought to himself. 

The rest of the car ride was quiet. Instead of dropping her off the hotel, Damien parked the car in the underground parking lot of the main office building. Without saying anything, he picked her up and carried her towards his private elevator.

In a soft voice, she began, "I can still walk, put me-"

"You can't. Shut up." 

He said in a tone that left no room for retort so she swallowed the rest of her words and allowed him to do as he pleased.

Since Damien didn't have a free hand from carrying her bridal style, she took the initiative to push the b.u.t.tons on the elevator and key in the code to his place without him telling her to do so. He was having mixed feelings while he was mad at her — but he still cared about her. Yet the two were still in tandem.

Damien didn't stop in the living room, instead, he went straight up his bedroom and placed her in the middle of the bed. Katherine could only watch him as he removed his coat and tie before he rolled up his sleeves. 

She had only noticed the dark circles under his eyes but even so, he still looked handsome — tired, but handsome. How her heart ached seeing her man like that.

Taking a pillow, Damien elevated her injured foot with it. "Stay here and don't move or I swear to G.o.d, Katherine…" he didn't even want to finish his sentence.

Turning around, he walked out of the room to get an ice pack from the kitchen. He had to heave a few sighs out to release his frustration before he went back to the bedroom and apply a cold compress on her swollen ankle.

"Does it hurt?" he asked as he gently pressed the ice pack on her.

"No…" she responded almost instantaneously that Damien raised a brow at her. "...Y-yes, a little." 

Not wanting to argue with her anymore, Damien religiously applied ice on her ankle in silence to reduce the pain and swelling. Ahh… the things he would do for the woman he loves. He sighed for the nth time.