Chapter 57: Caught By A Police Officer
Charlotte twirled her fingers together, lowering her head as warmth spread across her face. "You’re really spoiling me today, but in return, you have to see me looking all messy like this."
She let out a small sigh, pressing her fingers against her cheeks. "I didn’t even get the chance to take off my makeup. I probably look so ugly right now. I’m sorry ... you must be disgusted."
The moment those words left her lips, the car suddenly jerked to a stop on the side of the road.
Charlotte gasped, gripping the seatbelt as she turned to Damon. "What the—"
"What did you just say?" His voice was calm, but the underlying sharpness sent a shiver down her spine. His hands were still gripping the wheel, knuckles tense. He wasn’t just surprised—he was angry.
Charlotte hesitated, startled by his sudden question. "M-My makeup ... it makes me look older, right?"
"Yes, it does." Damon finally turned to face her, his sharp gray eyes locking onto hers. "But that doesn’t mean I’m disgusted by you. Charlotte, I could never be disgusted by you."
Her breath hitched as he leaned in, closing the space between them. Instinctively, she placed a hand on his chest, stopping him before he got too close.
"You’re only saying that because I don’t usually look like this," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "But if I were just an ordinary human, I’d already have wrinkles. My body ... it would be covered in scars—ugly, horrible scars."
Damon exhaled through his nose, his grip on her hand tightening. "I don’t care about that." His voice was firm, unwavering. "Even if your face was covered in wrinkles, even if scars left its mark on you, I’d still look at you the same way. You think I’d ever stop wanting you?"
Charlotte’s lips parted slightly, her heartbeat picking up speed.