Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl (Pearl and Richard)
Chapter 847

Gigi nodded firmly and dropped to her knees with a thud.

Surprised by her sudden move, Damian asked, "What are you doing?"

"I'm begging you to please help Aunt Beah. She's in critical condition..."

Damian helped her up, sat her on the nearby couch, and gave her a tissue. "Don't cry. Take your time and tell me everything."

Wiping her tears, Gigi began, "We agreed to keep it a secret from Pea and came back home to hide safely. But Aunt Beah's really sick. We're running out of money for her treatment. I had to take this job to make enough money."

Listening, Damian felt guilty for his impulsive behavior earlier. "I apologize for kissing you like that."

Gigi blushed at the memory. "It's okay. I mean, it happened so fast. I didn't even have time to react... I mean, I don't mind. It's fine." She was inexperienced with relationships and caught off guard.

Seeing how hard she worked for Pearl's mother, Damian was moved and patted her head. "Don't worry. Tell me where she is, and I'll cover her expenses. I'll also find a great doctor for her. But, you shouldn't work here anymore."

Gigi's eyes lit up. "Really? But Aunt Beah will scold me when she finds out."

Damian felt a wave of warmth for her bravery. "She'd be more upset knowing you work here for her sake, and she'll refuse treatment even more."

Gigi, anxious, nearly dropped her drink. "Can you please keep this between us? Promise you won't tell Aunt Beah."

"If you accept my help, it's a deal."

Gigi gritted her teeth and said, "Deal."

Damian smiled, then noticed her exposed skinny legs. He removed his suit jacket and draped it over her legs. "Make sure you stay warm."

Gigi was touched by the gesture, leaving her speechless and holding onto the jacket tightly.

"Would you like a ride back?" Damian offered.

Gigi almost nodded but declined, shaking her head. She was worried it might be inappropriate.

"Then be careful on your way. I've had a few drinks so it's better if I don't drive." Damian's friendly demeanor vanished as he stood up, turning back into the stranger Gigi first met.

Watching him go, Gigi felt a mix of emotions. The intimate moments they shared were like a dream, yet real. Memories from her youth resurfaced, as if a dormant part of her woke up, leaving her startled and a bit scared.

Shaking off these thoughts, Gigi quickly cleared her mind. "What am I thinking?"

She quickly got up, clutching the jacket, and hurriedly left.