"Damian, how's Cecilia?" Hugo Grant asked with a look of deep concern as he stepped forward, motioning for the medical team to place Cecilia on the stretcher.
Damian Hawthorne lifted his gaze, his eyes landing on Hugo Grant.
Cecilia's constant calls for "Hugo" suddenly fell silent.
Even after Cecilia was on the stretcher, Damian Hawthorne didn't look away.
'Could the Hugo Cecilia mentioned be Hugo Grant?'
'He couldn't think of many people in Cecilia's life over the past few years named Hugo.'
Standing behind Hugo Grant, Damian Hawthorne subconsciously parted his lips. "Hugo?"
The sudden, intimate form of address made Hugo Grant shudder. "Are you insane?"
'Damian Hawthorne always used his full name. When had he ever called him Hugo?'
Seeing his reaction, Damian Hawthorne's lips curled into a slight, airy smile. "It disgusts you when I call you that. What about when someone else does?"
His cavalier tone held a hint of mockery.
