Ignored When Chasing: Why Cry After I Got Engaged-Chapter 39: Cecilia, What Did You See in Me?

"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.

A crack appeared in Hugo Grant’s stern expression. "Damian Hawthorne, did you hit your head and go stupid?"

’Hugo...’

’UGH...’

The mere thought of Damian Hawthorne calling him that made Hugo Grant’s skin crawl.

’Don’t tell me Damian was so traumatized that his sexual orientation changed.’

At that thought, Hugo Grant’s buttocks clenched. He stopped walking, only letting out a breath of relief once Damian Hawthorne had passed in front of him.

’A heartbroken man... what a pervert...’

The first thing Cecilia Nathan saw when she woke up was a row of bodyguards in black suits standing before her.

"Miss, your father sent us to take you home."

The man leading the bodyguards was powerfully built, his black shirt barely containing his bulging muscles.

He stood respectfully before the hospital bed, his head bowed.

Cecilia rubbed the bridge of her nose. "I’m fine..."

It was just that her head hurt a little.

But thinking back on it, she was still terrified.

Remembering that she seemed to have seen *that person* in her daze, Cecilia’s lips curved slightly. "How many spies does he have watching me? He knew the moment I got hurt."

"Miss Cecilia, your father is just concerned for your safety. You’ve been admitted to the hospital too many times this month. He’s very worried, so we must take you back this time."

Seeing his resolute tone, Cecilia knew she couldn’t avoid being dragged back this time.

But the family doctor at home was skilled, and the medical facilities there weren’t necessarily worse than the hospital’s.

Ever since she was injured years ago, her father had spent a fortune to hire a medical team from Veridia, keeping them on a high retainer just in case she had another accident.

She remembered that after her car flipped, another car had pressed against hers, buffering the force of the roll.

If it weren’t for that car, her injuries might have been much more severe.

"Fine, I’ll go back with you tonight. But I want to see someone first."

...

Damian Hawthorne and Hugo Grant, who was carrying a food container, stood side by side in the elevator.

Damian glanced at the container in his hand and smiled playfully. "You make it yourself?"

Hugo Grant nodded. "Cecilia likes my soup."

The smile vanished from Damian Hawthorne’s face.

He knew Hugo Grant had taken care of Cecilia after her surgery, but he hadn’t realized they had become this close.

"Your soup?" Damian Hawthorne looked up, his lips curving into a mocking smile. "I had no idea you could cook. Cecilia is so lucky to have you taking care of her."

Hugo Grant heard the hidden meaning in his words. "I didn’t tell her I was the one who made it."

With that, Hugo Grant stepped out of the elevator.

Damian Hawthorne watched his retreating back, a thoughtful look on his face.

Hugo Grant never hid how good he was to Cecilia in front of him, yet he refused to show it in front of Cecilia herself.

Thinking of the "Hugo" Cecilia had mentioned, Damian Hawthorne’s expression turned cold.

He knew he shouldn’t care about these details, but for some reason, certain emotions were becoming difficult to control.

’Is it because I care about Cecilia?’

’What a joke. I just can’t stand the woman who was chasing me getting together with one of my own brothers.’

By the time Damian Hawthorne reached the hospital room, Hugo Grant had already poured the soup into a bowl.

"Hugo Grant, your family’s chef makes delicious soup." Cecilia knew how to cook herself and had high standards when it came to flavor, but the soup Hugo brought every time always managed to impress her.

"Is it delicious?" Damian Hawthorne stepped forward, his eyes lowered to glance at the soup. Without any courtesy, he reached out and snatched the bowl. "Let me try."

The moment the words left his mouth, Damian Hawthorne downed the soup in one gulp.

Cecilia: "..."

Hugo Grant: "..."

Damian Hawthorne’s lips curved. "It’s alright. Nothing special."

Cecilia was silent for a long moment before looking at Damian Hawthorne, her gaze falling on his other arm.

It was wrapped in a bandage, through which faint traces of blood had seeped.

Cecilia thought of the car that had saved her.

"Damian Hawthorne, that car was yours, wasn’t it?"

Cecilia’s feelings were complicated.

If it weren’t for Damian Hawthorne, her injuries wouldn’t have been so light.

The way Damian Hawthorne had used his own car to block hers was an act that put his own life on the line.

’He didn’t have to save me, really.’

"Thank you."

Cecilia’s gratitude was sincere.

Damian Hawthorne stood by the window, pulling out a cigarette case with one hand. He lowered his head and stuck a cigarette between his lips. "No need to thank me. I just can’t stand to see idiots."

Cecilia’s mouth twitched.

Holding the cigarette, Damian Hawthorne gently blew a smoke ring. "By the way, there’s something I need to ask you."

Cecilia’s words, "Hugo, don’t leave me," had become his nightmare, replaying in his mind from time to time.

It was clear that this "Hugo" was very important to Cecilia—even more important than he had been back then.

Back when Cecilia was frantically pursuing him, he had only felt a sense of familiarity with her but hadn’t thought much of it.

But thinking about it now, everything from when Cecilia met him to when she started chasing him had happened too quickly.

"Back when you were chasing me, what was it you saw in me?"

This wasn’t just his question; it was everyone’s question.

Cecilia was beautiful and had a good personality. You could say she was the total package. A woman like her could successfully pursue any man she wanted.

At the time, it hadn’t been long since his eyes were cured, and taking over Hawthorne Enterprises had taken a lot of effort.

Cecilia had appeared suddenly back then, acting as if she would marry no one but him, crazier than any of his other pursuers.

He didn’t consider himself to be particularly outstanding.

’So, Cecilia, what did you really see in me?’

"Your eyes, I suppose." Hearing his question, Cecilia sighed. "I like your eyes. I fell for them the first time I saw them."

’Eyes...’

Damian Hawthorne raised an eyebrow slightly.

’No wonder she would never close her eyes whenever they hugged, kissed, or did anything intimate. She was always staring at me.’

’So that was it. She liked his eyes.’

’Too bad that before they were cured, his eyes were blind.’

’During the time he was blind, Luna never left his side.’

’Cecilia, in the end, was no Luna.’

Damian Hawthorne’s heart suddenly grew calm.

Hugo Grant seemed to know what he was thinking and spoke leisurely, "Damian, there’s no point in asking these things. Don’t forget, Cecilia had an abortion for you."

Hugo Grant’s words were like a heavy hammer, smashing down hard on Damian Hawthorne’s heart.

Cecilia had once carried their child.

"So what?" Suddenly, Damian Hawthorne’s thin lips curved into a cold smile. "We had a first one. We can have a second, and a third..."