Upon hearing Elara's words, Damon Hawke's dark eyes fixed steadily.
"Elly, are you jealous? Because of Samantha?"
She wasn't the flower that understood him.
Who could it be then?
Samantha?
She definitely misunderstood him because she saw Samantha.
"Mr. Hawke, I'll say it again, you and I are just superior and subordinate. Jealousy? Does that even apply?"
Elara's hand exerted a slight force, her lips curved in mockery.
Pain!
Damon Hawke frowned, looking at Elara's mocking smile, let out a soft sigh and held her hand.
"Elly, I did date Samantha before, but that was in the past, now she and I..."
"Mr. Hawke, you don't need to explain to me, your relationship is none of my business."
Elara interrupted him, placing the egg in his hand.
"It's late, I'm tired, please leave."
Her attitude returned to indifference and distance.
Damon Hawke looked at her steadily, then slowly got up.
"Elly, whether you believe it or not, everything I said is true."
