Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 340: Teaching Victoria Don Another Lesson
Night had fallen.
Darkness enveloped the earth, and the villa was silent.
Victoria Don was arranged in a guest room, an expression of discontent on her face.
She wanted to find Damon Hawke, but there were bodyguards outside his room preventing her from entering.
Did the Hawthorne think that this would keep her away from him?
Tomorrow, as soon as she saw him, she would definitely cry.
Victoria coldly smirked, remembering the prank at dinner, and angrily shredded a pair of casual pants into pieces.
At this moment, the lights suddenly went out.
Startled, Victoria paused what she was doing.
"How can there be a power outage in the villa?"
Victoria quickly got up, walked to the door, intending to go outside and check the situation.
As soon as she opened the door, she saw a female ghost with long hair covering her face, blood flowing from all seven orifices, rush towards her.
Terrified, Victoria lost her wits and stepped back incessantly, her screams echoing throughout the villa.
Then, the wall suddenly lit up, revealing a giant spider with a bloody maw, rapidly crawling towards her, as if ready to devour her.
Another scream erupted, and Victoria fainted on the spot.
In a corner, Dominic Hawke and Bea slowly emerged, standing by Victoria’s feet.
"She fainted just like that? So useless, I wasn’t even done having fun yet,"
Bea pursed her lips, holding a jar containing a spider.
The so-called female ghost and giant spider were merely projections he and his brother had set up.
Their intention was to teach Victoria a lesson.
"Then should we get some cold water and splash her awake to play again?"
Dominic fiddled with the device in his hand, and the lights in the room came on.
"Let’s not, playing once is enough. Brother, let’s think of another game."
Bea’s big eyes twinkled mischievously.
"Okay. Let’s just let her lie on the floor tonight."
Dominic agreed, casting a disdainful glance at Victoria, sprawled out like a dead pig.
"What happened? I think I heard screams."
Vinny Hawke and Andrew King came out of their rooms, drawn by Victoria’s screams.
Elara Don also walked over from her room.
Seeing Victoria lying on the floor, the three exchanged surprised glances.
"Grandma, Grandpa, she did something guilty and was scared faint by a little trick. Let her cool off on the floor for a bit."
Bea lifted her chin proudly, a little haughty expression on her face.
"What trick? Is this another one of your brotherly schemes?"
Vinny affectionately ruffled Bea’s hair, smiling as he asked.
"Hehe, Brother, shall we project it again?"
Bea looked toward Dominic, seeking his opinion.
"Sure."
Dominic pulled out a device and tinkered with it, and soon, the lights in the room dimmed.
Next, a female ghost in white and a large spider appeared in the corridor outside.
At first glance, it would indeed make one jump in fright.
"You two little rascals, but Grandpa has to give you a thumbs-up."
After the two kids finished their show, Andrew King chuckled, giving them a thumbs-up.
The two little ones looked at Elara Don, proudly puffing out their small chests.
Elara smiled softly, knowing her sons were standing up for her, her heart warming.
Thankfully, with all this commotion, Damon Hawke didn’t wake up.
First, his room was on the third floor, quite a distance away; second, his body hadn’t fully recovered, so he probably was in a deep sleep.
"Alright, it’s getting late, you two should hurry to bed."
Elara gestured for the two kids to go to sleep.
"Okay, goodnight Mommy."
The two little ones exchanged farewells and headed toward their children’s room.
Vinny and Andrew also returned to sleep.
Elara found it difficult to fall asleep.
She went downstairs, poured herself a glass of water on the first floor.
Standing by the window, looking at the night view outside, her thoughts were endless.
Before she knew it, as she was about to return to her room to rest, she heard soft rustling at the staircase.
Turning around, Elara saw Damon Hawke coming down the stairs.
The man’s face was still as stern as ever.
When their eyes met, his gaze was distant and indifferent.
He walked down to the first floor, bypassed her, heading directly toward the water dispenser.
It was as if he didn’t see her at all.
Elara’s fingers curled slightly, watching him pour himself a glass of water and drink with his head tilted back, her almond eyes sparkling.
Nasty man. The more he ignored her, the more she wanted him to.
She glanced at the water in her hand, thought for a moment, and secretly spilled a little on the floor.
As Damon finished his water and was about to go upstairs, she blocked him.
Damon paused, glanced at Elara, and coldly asked, "What do you want?"
"Nothing, just wanted to look at you."
Elara fixed her gaze on him, her eyes gentle.
Damon looked away, letting out a cold laugh, "Shameless as ever."
With that, he moved to the left.
Pressing down the turmoil in her heart, Elara stepped to the left.
Damon’s brow furrowed and he moved to the right.
Elara stepped to the right as well.
Damon’s expression darkened further, "Elara Don, get out of the way."
Biting her lip and meeting his furious gaze, Elara’s eyes turned red with grievances. She turned around slowly, walking forward.
Damon watched her slender back, feeling inexplicably unsettled.
A burst of pain swelled in his head, making him frown more deeply.
Steadying himself, he strode ahead.
Ahead, Elara stared at the floor, counting silently in her heart.
One, two, three...
Damon, oblivious to the spill on the floor, stepped on it and slipped, pitching forward.
Elara turned around and caught him.
The familiar scent of the man enveloped her. Hugging him tightly, she gave a playful smile, "So, some men like to be contrary? Telling me to get lost, then holding me next second?"
The woman exuded a pleasant scent, her body soft and inviting.
Damon froze momentarily before hurriedly pushing her away, a flicker of discomfort passing through his eyes.
His gaze landed on the water spill on the floor, and he pressed his lips tightly.
Why was there water on the floor?
She must’ve spilled it.
A scheming woman.
Yet, he had just relished in her scent?
It felt inexplicably familiar.
Without saying a word, Damon coolly adjusted his clothing and left.
Watching his tall silhouette, Elara pursed her lips, took out her phone, and opened a video.
She had noticed his change just then.
He wasn’t completely indifferent to her!
So, let her replay a bit of their shared memories.
Maybe he would remember something?
"Elly, will you marry me?"
"Is a proposal without flowers enough sincerity?"
"If I had sincerity, would you marry me then?"
"Damon Hawke, don’t you dare trick me."
"Alright, darling, whether you like it or not, I’ve ensnared you already. Now, it’s your turn to trap me."
"..."
The voices of a man and woman resounded from the phone.
It was the scene of Damon proposing to her with a drone in Country F.
Someone recorded the whole event and uploaded it online.
She had downloaded it.
The laughter and conversation from the phone filled the living room, and Damon halted, listening closely.
That was his voice.
Was he proposing to Elara Don?
