Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Chapter 925

Damian shook his head, clearly thinking Gigi didn't fully understand the situation. "If you really knew, you wouldn't be so keen to stay close to me."

"But I want to be close to you," Gigi insisted, holding his hand. His hand was large, with slender fingers, yet it felt cold to the touch.

"Do you really understand what you're getting into?" Damian didn't pull his hand away, instead, he just smiled at her.

"I know, I—" Gigi's words trailed off, but her expression said more than her words could.

"Why don't you go live with Pearl tomorrow?" Damian moved his hand away, his gaze turning icy. "I don't want your feelings or your company. I regret asking you those questions. Everything you said was just out of impulse."

Gigi panicked, fearing he would push her away. "Please, don't send me away. I don't want to leave you." Tears began to stream down her face.

"But staying with me won't do you any good. You'll just be wasting your time," Damian argued.

Gigi wiped her tears. "It's not a waste to me."

Seeing her cry, Damian softened. "Okay, stop crying. I hate seeing you upset." He felt he had been too harsh. Gigi hadn't done anything to deserve such coldness.

"Let's make a bet then," he proposed, catching Gigi by surprise.

"What?" she asked, looking up at him, puzzled.

"If you can make me say 'I like you' within a month, then I'll be with you," Damian laid out the terms.

Gigi frowned, realizing the unfairness of the bet. "But you control whether you say it or not. How can I possibly win?" Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

"You're quite clever." Damian patted her head with a smile. "But it's your choice. Take it or leave it."

He was setting her up for failure, hoping she'd back down. Realizing his intentions, Gigi felt disheartened but also challenged. "Okay, let's do it!"

"Are you sure? It won't be easy," Damian warned, doubting she understood the difficulty of her task.

Gigi was determined. "All I need is for you to say 'I like you' in a month. What if you end up liking me for real?"

Delusional, but adorable.

Damian laughed at her naive confidence. "Alright, if you're so sure, I won't crush your spirit. Good luck, Gigi."

Gigi corrected him, "If I win this bet, you can't call me 'little girl' anymore."

"What should I call you then?"

"Just Gigi."

"Okay, Gigi girl."

Seeing her pouty face, Damian realized there was no downside to this. Instead, it was… interesting.