363 Perfect Punishment

Meanwhile, Damien went home very late.

He was obviously avoiding Lira as he didn’t want someone to nag him about getting very drunk.

He walked in a zigzag as his mind was with Arabella Jones.

He threw his body on the couch inside the living room of his house.

It was the house he bought for Arabella but unfortunately, she didn’t like to stay in this house.

Damien rested his head on the backrest of the couch as his eyes wandered around the corners of his house.

Then he closed his eyes remembering how he missed Arabella.

Their life abroad was the most amazing memory Damien got.

Arabella’s sweet smile always greeted him every morning whenever he shared his breakfast in her house before.

Those pure innocent eyes with effortless natural beauty.

Her long smooth hair was always glancing in the air whenever she moved and he hated her having a ponytail.

He used to get her tie out whenever she opted to tie her hair.