Daily Life of a Transmigrating Villain

After all, after getting the shares, why would she follow whatever he wanted instead of reporting him to the police for molestation? Her eyes noticed a black ring on her finger while she held the document.

'....' Emilia kept looking at the ring while remembering the event where he had kissed her, causing a blush to form. Ignoring her flooding memories, she noticed him rubbing his hand, which was slowly becoming swollen. "Mom, take it and you, follow me!"

Emilia placed the document near her mother's side and with her other hand pulled Damien's hand as she led him out of the dining room while he held a smile, seeing how everything was going in the right direction.

Indeed, he knew how Emilia was overwhelmed in the police car, harboring ill will towards him to the point where she didn't even notice his injury. But now that he had made her free, it was normal for her to return like a bird that gets addicted to the presence of someone.

In the end, Emilia followed his ways just because she had been helpless regarding the shares he possessed, and now that she had obtained them, it was as if she felt free and also grateful for his favor unconsciously.

'Should I call the police?' The woman glanced at her daughter, who had just taken Damien out, and then at the table where the documents were placed, knowing well about the latest news through the press that Damien and her daughter were charged with some crime and had run away.

But she stopped for today, knowing it would be a hassle since ultimately he would need to leave her house.

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"Oh my Emilia, are you that thirsty to claim my body?" Damien snickered, seeing how Emilia kept pulling him until they reached her bedroom, before she placed her hand on the doorknob and flinched due to his words.

".... How did you get that injury?" Emilia had already become accustomed to his words and didn't pay any attention as she glanced at his other hand, which was visibly swelling with a blood clot nearby.

"This? I got it when I punched Edward." As Damien watched her open the door, he couldn't help but reply. Entering the room, he was struck by the sight of a single bed, a well-ordered table, and a bookshelf in a tidy, minimalist space. It was nothing like the pink, feminine room he had anticipated from Emilia, yet it had its unique charm.

"Come sit. If you were weak, shouldn't you have just used a rod or some hard object?" Emilia, making him sit on her bed, moved towards a drawer to take out the first aid box, kneeling on her knees and starting to check his wounds.

"Are you going to suck me off?" Damien grinned, seeing how she knelt while he sat on the bed, feeling like teasing her more but only meeting her glare.

"....Thanks for helping my mother," Emilia ignored his words, which was enough to make her punch him, but she knew he would just dodge it, and she would fall onto the bed, and who knows what this lecherous man would do with her.

She had already brought him inside her bedroom, which she did not regret since her mother was downstairs and this man was in serious pain.

The wound appeared swollen and could lead to infection if left like this, prompting her to start the first aid.

"I will leave this town tomorrow, Emilia." Damien informed her, his eyes softening, starting his plot to see if this woman would fall for his masterful acting as he glanced towards the nearby small glass window with a defeated gaze.

"Thanks for giving me second good news," Emilia looked at his face, which genuinely appeared hurt knowing he would leave this town and seemed bad for separating from her, causing her to give a blank look, knowing well about his ways as she shrugged her shoulders and focused on his wound.

".... Shouldn't you be happy that I helped your mother?" Damien, seeing how she didn't give any reaction, at least understood that she was trying very hard not to show anything, enough to prevent him from guessing it if it wasn't for notifications.

[ 𝙴𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝙱𝚕𝚊𝚔𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 -𝟷𝟶 (𝙷𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕) 𝚝𝚘 𝟹 (𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜). ]

"It's done. You can go now." Emilia stood before approaching the drawer and placing the first aid inside it before taking a seat beside him and folding her hands with closed eyes.

"Sigh, I see, so you aren't going to fulfill your promise." Damien leaned near her and whispered, causing her to open one eye and look at him.

"What promise?" Emilia raised her brow, feeling satisfied that she was now free.

Naturally, if Damien laid a hand on her now, she was going to scream and call the police; now, she wasn't under his control.

"Haven't we decided on a passionate night if I killed Gabriel Blake?" Damien smiled, with his eyes fixed on her lips, which parted to say something but halted and trembled before she covered her face with her wrist, forming a crimson blush as she remembered his words, causing her to avert her gaze.

"N-no, it doesn't count now. Yes, it doesn't count." Emilia, looking away from him, felt flushed, with a clear warmth spreading across her face, remembering all those memories filling her mind, not the least wanting to do anything with this man who was so much of a pervert.

"I knew this would happen." As Damien got to his feet, he shot a fleeting look back at the room before heading toward the door. With a gentle push, he opened it and let his parting words echo behind him: "Emilia, I don't think we will ever meet again."