Crash-landed On An Island With Nine Beauties novel Chapter 179

"Who did that to you?"

He had jumped over the couch and was walking briskly towards her.

"What..."

She tried to hide her face but he held her arm and pulled her closer. So close that she could feel his breath all over her face. Enough to make her look him in the eyes, even if that was the last thing on her mind.

He touched her cheek, tracing one of his fingers across it.

"Who the fuck did this to my woman?"

"It's nothing."

She knocked his hand off her face and walked towards her work table.

"I'm here to pick something. I have something urgen to attend to."

He turned. He watched her get to her table and pick what she wanted.

"When did you get back? You weren't here five minutes ago when I left the office."

Damien said nothing to her. All he did was stare at her. She advanced towards him.

She got to him and touched his cheek with her warm palm. She kissed him softly in the lips. Pulling away, her eyes searched the corners of his.

"Don't worry about this. Just a little touch of make up and it'll go. Blood rushed there. That's all."

She shot a toothed smile at him then walked past him towards the door.

"Be here when I come back. I have a few questions to ask about the party."

She got the door, shot him another smile then walked out, closing the door behind her.

Damien remained standing there for a while, staring at the door as though he could see through it. He wished he could. Perhaps because he wanted to see if she really was fine. Though it was obvious that she was pretending.

An idea popped up in his mind. He hurried to the couch and settled in. He had an idea of what possibly happened but he didn't want to build upon the fortress of hypotheses. He needed to see things for what they were.

He brought the system window out and scrolled through. He should call the feature out but be didn't. He flipped out the Nether Camera functions and scrolled to visual section of the activities in the hotel.

Automatically, when someone had a connection to the host of the system, it was usually very easy to get information on such, whether audio, text or visual.

Damien wished that there would also be an update on that level. That whether or not he was connected to the folks, he could get any amount of information he needed.

He scrolled through all the random activities of Elisa from that moment to about seven minutes ago. He rewind and rewind until he watched her punch the code in and opened the door of the apartment of the girls.

He watched Evelyn dart at her and struck her across the face.

"What! What the fuck!"

He exclaimed. He couldn't believe his eyes. Obviously.

"No, no way. No way she did that. Evelyn is not razz."

Even though the system made it obvious that he was in denial, yet he refused to admit to the conspicuous details. It was as though he had an expected outcome. Perhaps because he had enoigh expectations from the girl, Evelyn.

He switched the subject of interest from Elisa to Evelyn to see what happened before then. He watched and listened to the conversation among the girls.

When it almost got to the slap he took the system down. His face had fallen. It was as though he had been disappointed.

He retained his position in the couch for a while, staring blankly. It was hard to tell what was going through his mind.