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Young master Damien’s pet Chapter 278

Chapter 277 Date in year 1700's - Part 1

“Alright. You can laugh now,” Damien pulled out his pocket watch as if he had limited time to spare here right now. Seeing the confused expression from the elder couple, he said, “What? By the time that happens, you won’t be alive and will be buried somewhere in the cemetery. Oh wait,” he paused to receive another glare, “That is if you get a cemetery. With being a childless couple, your only bet is to have Penny have you decked in all nice in the cemetery or have yourself eaten and decomposed in the forest as flies fly around you.”

The elderly couple looked at Damien in shock at first. Their words falling short even though their mouth opened to speak.

It was true though, what he said. Once they would pass away, there would be no one to assure that the would-be given a grave, unless they make plans beforehand. But there was also a possibility that the empty graves could be bought, bought by Damien himself so that their soul could rest in peace.

“If there are any questions we’ll come back again,” it was Penny who spoke to break the silence in the room, her aunt looking at her with hateful eyes.

“I hope not,” said the woman.

The pain that once used to hover around her mind and heart had started to reduce in time. The attachment that she once shared, damaged over what they did and how they handled with lack or any remorse.

Penny said, “As much as you don’t like me in here, I am not fond of coming and seeing the relatives whom I thought to be the people who cared for me to show the lackl.u.s.ter character of yours which is worse than any other criminal who broke the law of the council and government. You might justify it to be a tit for tat but it is far from it. You lost a child, a person who was yet to be born and I would have lost my soul, a living breathing person,” taking in a deep breath she said, “The woman you thought was dead, is alive. Have a good day,” satisfied with the horror on her aunt and uncle’s face as realization hit them, she turned around with a smile lifting up on her face and stepped out of the home.

On their way back, both Penny and Damien were quiet. Penny looked ahead of her while Damien who unabashedly stared at her as he walked beside her.

“Do you know what you did in there?” asked Damien, seeing Penny turn to him with her expression that had turned slightly blank since they had left the house of her relatives.

“That I spoke back to my aunt there?” Penny could see the happiness that was bursting out of Damien.

“You did more than that. Might I say, it was a pure utter delight to see you go off like that, s.e.xy mouse,” he praised, bringing a smile on her lips.

Her eyes fell on the snowy ground to look back up and at him, “I don’t think anyone will ever find a mouse s.e.xy, Master Damien,” the grin on his lips widened over her words. Damien had noticed how she often switched back and forth in calling him master Damien and only Damien when they spoke. She didn’t call him master Damien because she was referring to him as the master but it was usually under the subtle teaseful tone.

“Of course, not everyone is lucky enough to catch a s.e.xy mouse,” he said in a matter-of-fact tone. Seeing her face sober up and sigh, he asked, “Are you going to be fine?”

She smiled, nodding her head, “I think so. At least we know there was another side to the story that I knew and grew up with.”

“What did your mother say about your aunt? Did she ever mention her family and relatives?” he asked her.

“She did speak about them but her version was one that of a perfect family. Of how everyone got along fine. I guess she didn’t get along with anyone. I still don’t understand why she would ask my aunt to look after me. Do you have any thoughts about it?” she asked him unsure of what her mother’s true intentions were.

“Frankly, it isn’t that hard to tell. She might have sent you to your aunt but there must be something, a reason for what she did when it came to sending a letter to your aunt. We can only draw theories right now. It is either you get back your lost memories or you ask your dear mother who has been intent on killing you. We both happened to have odd mothers, no offense but yours is crazier than mine,” he said and Penny couldn’t agree any less because it was true.

God had really handpicked and given them on who their mothers were supposed to be. At least Damien’s mother killed others and not her children.

Raising her hands up, she tucked her hair behind her ears on both sides, “I wish I could find out more about my father,” at least there would be one parent of hers who would have been sane, right?

“I am sure you will find out about him in time. Baby steps, you don’t need to rush anything. I am here to buy you time,” he assured her and she couldn’t be less grateful for his words.

Halting her footsteps she thanked him, “Thank you, like really,” she looked into his eyes that stared back at her.

“I do not take words, I need some affection,” he said, closing his eyes and waiting for her before opening one of his eyes to see if she had moved from her position. Seeing Penny step closer, he closed his eyes again. Waiting for her to kiss him. He enjoyed her lips on his which was soft and supple.

With two seconds that had passed, he opened his eyes to find her not standing in front of him but walking towards the carriage.

“Where are you going?” he asked her loud enough for her and the rest of the people around them who were passing by to head him, “What happened to my kisses?” he asked that had her turning and looking at him wide-eyed.

“Sshh,” she shushed him.

“Aren’t you greedy to ask me for a kiss when it was only some time ago that I gave you one?” she asked, waiting for him to catch up where she didn’t have to wait too long.

“I thought I was being fairly reasonable. I must say you are quite a trickster making this poor man think he would receive the kiss to only deny it. I mean I come here all the way saving you from the wretched wolves,” he said just as Penny placed her foot on the support of the carriage to step inside.

Instead of getting inside, she turned around and gave a quick peck on his lips, “Better?” she asked to see him smile.

“Much better,” he murmured the words, “I don’t think I would ever get bored of you giving me kisses. I love your surprise kisses,” before he could catch her blush, she turned and got inside the carriage.

Young master Damien’s pet

Young master Damien’s pet

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"Who touched you?" he asked, his eyes brooding down at her and when she didn't answer, his voice thundered in the room, "WHO?"

The butler who stood near the wall spoke shakily, "Sir, it was Mr. Reverale," Damien's face turned sour, his jaw ticking in anger he turned his face to the side where the butler stood behind.

"Bring the man here."

"N-now?" stuttered the butler. It was the time of night.

Damien who hadn't broken his eye contact with the girl in front of him, pushed his hand against the wall which now rested beside his beautiful girl's head. Turning his body, he first looked at his butler who had his head bowed. With great courage, the butler came to meet his Master's eyes, "Do you have any other better time? Or should it be after I wring your neck?" Damien asked calmly tilting his head. Not a second later, the butler ran out of the room to return back with Mr. Reverale after twenty minutes.

"Damien, are we having a late tea party?" Mr. Reverale came to greet but the master of the house had other plans. Spotting the knife that was stuck to the apple on the table, he reached for it to pull it out.

Just as Mr. Reverale went to exchange a handshake with him, Damien took hold of his hand to place it on the table. In one swift movement as if he were chopping onions, he chopped the four fingers of the man off his hand making him yelp and cry in pain.

"No one touches what is mine. I am sure this will remind you the next time you even think about touching her," sighed Damien as if he were tired of telling people to keep their dirty hands off his belongings.

Meet Damien Quinn, a pureblooded vampire who is a complete narcissist, brash with his words and stingy even though he is rich who haggled when he bought a slave from the black market.

On the other hand, meet Penelope who believes she is a 'guest' for a few days at the Quinn as she is intent on escaping from the odd vampire who needs therapy.

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