Reincarnated in the Villainous Lust System!

Chapter 99: Avoiding questioning

As I returned to the wing, the sight of Damon waiting outside my door sent a chill down my spine.He stood there, one shoulder propped against the wall, an infuriatingly smug expression on his face.

Damon's smirk only broadened as he sized me up, his eyes glinting with mischief.

I halted in my tracks, standing just a few feet away from Damon as I feigned a look of confusion.

Why are you standing in front of my door? And why are you looking at me like that? I asked.

Damon's gaze remained focused on me, his eyes dancing with a playful, yet undeniably sinister light.

The corners of his mouth curved upward, hinting at the amusement he found in my predicament.

His posture remained relaxed, his body language conveying a sense of effortless control as he toyed with me like a cat with a mouse.

I could feel my pulse quickening, my heart racing as I waited for the inevitable drop of the other shoe.

Damon's smirk broadened into a knowing grin, the corners of his mouth curving upwards as he savored the power of his position.

"Because I want to," he repeated, his voice carrying the same devilish amusement as before. "And as you well know, I do what I want."

He paused, his gaze seeming to pierce my very soul as he continued.

"And so do you, apparently," he added, his voice lowering to a hushed tone as he let the implication hang in the air between us.

As his words sunk in, I felt a wave of confusion wash over me. What was he implying?

Was he aware of my secret tryst with Bella, or was he merely playing a game of cat-and-mouse with me?

I furrowed my brow, my face betraying my inner turmoil as I struggled to make sense of Damon's words

Had he seen Bella and I together? It seemed unlikely, given how careful we had been to avoid detection.

But perhaps the sounds of our passion had carried through the thin walls, or maybe one of the staff had overheard us and reported back to Damon.

The uncertainty gnawed at me, each possibility more distressing than the last. And yet, Damon's expression remained impassive, his smirk unwavering.

Hindsight can be a merciless judge, and in that moment, I found myself ruefully reflecting on the recklessness of my actions.

After all, who was I to think that I could smuggle a woman into Damon's wing without him finding out?

Knowing that denial was my only option, I schooled my expression into one of confidence, meeting Damon's smirk with a look of cool indifference.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I repeated, my tone even and controlled as I stepped up to my door, feigning disinterest in Damon's questions.

My fingers deftly manipulated the lock, the tumblers clicking into place with a satisfying click.

It was a small distraction, a way to ground myself and buy time as I