Damian Fairchild was so furious he almost smashed his phone.
But he held back.
He laughed, his voice laced with fury.
"Cian, is this all you've got? If you'd truly won her—heart and soul—you wouldn't be fawning over her like some pathetic dog." After a pause, he continued, "Do you really think you've won? Just wait. You'll see how much of her affection for you is actually real."
With that, Damian Fairchild hung up on Cian.
Then, he smashed his phone.
But the phone was too well-made. It tumbled across the floor a few times, but the screen didn't even crack.
When Chloe Kendall walked in carrying a thermal lunch box, the first thing she saw was the phone skittering across the floor.
Chloe bent down, picked up the phone, and walked meekly over to the still-fuming Damian Fairchild. In a soft voice, she said, "The doctor said you can't get angry or lose your temper with your condition."
