CHAPTER 82

This hug lasted ten minutes.

Probably having vented enough, Kendall let go of Damien, and turned to pick up the letter that Damien had put together.

The haze of loss in my heart was swept away, and my eyes were much clearer.

"Have you cried enough?" Damien stood beside him, his beautiful eyebrows and eyes slightly curved.

Kendall froze, and argued hoarsely, "I didn't cry."

She is the queen, she is Lucifer, she bleeds but not tears, she won't cry!

"Really? Maybe I'm hallucinating."

Damien gave a low laugh, but didn't expose the lame lie of the girl.

He took out a beautiful and expensive silver box from the drawer.

"It's too late, and it's too late to order the same wooden box, so put the things here first."

Kendall folded the letter and put it in, and put the necklace in it too.

Seeing this, Damien asked in a low voice, "Won't you wear the necklace?"