Chapter 238

Exchange… keepsake?

Who the hell exchanged keepsakes with him?

Cassandra almost choked on air after hearing that, eyes wide in disbelief. Her cheeks flushed as she snapped, “Damien Blackwood, who said anything about exchanging keepsakes with you? That was an accident… I probably just grabbed the wrong bag when I got out of the car. It definitely wasn’t some keepsake swap, okay? Absolutely not!”

“Yeah, I get it. It wasn’t,” Damien replied flatly.

“Good.” Cassandra nodded in satisfaction, like she was giving a gold star to a kid who finally understood the lesson.

“If there’s nothing else, I’ve got stuff to do.” Damien glanced at the luxury watch on his wrist, clearly ready to end the call.

“Oh, right—bye then.”

“Catch you tonight.”

After putting her phone away, Cassandra had this nagging feeling that she forgot something. She paced around the room, and it suddenly hit her— she’d called him to get that bag of plushies back.

That man