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Love's Perfect Match

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Chapter 640 First Love as a Counterfeit

"I don't feel tired at the moment. If possible, I'd appreciate it if you could reveal the truth about the situation right

away. Once we're done talking, we can go our separate ways."

Noticing her growing frustration, the man couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright, no need to be angry. What would you like to know? Feel free to ask me anything."

It was only then that she managed to temper her anger slightly.

"I want to know, what is your relationship with Hank?" she inquired.

Yelena believed that the man standing before her must have a significant connection with Hank. Otherwise, he

wouldn't possess such an air of knowing so much.

The man nodded, acknowledging that her question was indeed a crucial point. "Well then, allow me to introduce

myself first. I am Slevin Damazio."

Slevin Damazio… Damazio… So, this is how it is.

"What exactly is your relationship with him?" she asked.

Slevin stroked his chin, a mysterious smile playing on his lips. "If I told you that I'm his half-brother from another

mother, would you believe me?"

Yelena's brow immediately furrowed. Much to her knowledge, there had never been any divorces in the Damazio

Family. Could this man be an illegitimate child of the family?

The secret she had just learned left her utterly astonished.

Observing her reaction, he nodded approvingly. "That's right, just as you suspected. I am the illegitimate child of the

Damazio Family, and Hank is completely unaware of my existence."

Despite everything, Yelena's loyalty still leaned toward Hank. With this revelation, she grew instantly wary and fixed

her gaze upon him. "What are your intentions? Are you planning to compete with him for the family inheritance?"

Slevin clicked his tongue disapprovingly. "Compete for the inheritance? I couldn't care less about that petty wealth.

Besides, there's no need for you to be so cautious. I have absolutely no intention of harming him. If I wanted to

make a move, I would have done so already."

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With a sigh of relief, she inquired, "How did you come to know about this?"

He sneered in response. "What is there that I don't know? Besides, you're aware of his illness as well, aren't you?"

Slevin's words hit the mark. She had indeed been aware of Hank's illness for some time, but his current condition

remained shrouded in mystery.

"So, you only know these things, then?" Disappointment tinged her voice.

Yelena had assumed that he possessed knowledge of more secretive matters, but it turned out he was just as

informed as she was.

"Well, that's not entirely accurate. Didn't I mention it before? The information I possess far surpasses what you

know," he declared.

Yelena looked at him skeptically. "What else do you know?"

Slevin's demeanor suddenly shifted, and an eerie expression settled on his face. "I also know that the two of you

broke up because his first love returned."

The mention of the first love stirred up a painful memory within her. Reminded of her past role as a mere substitute

by Hank's side, she felt a profound sense of insignificance and repulsion. "So what if that's true?" she retorted.

His expression took on a peculiar twist. "I do have one question that piques my curiosity, though. Do you truly

believe that, throughout all these years, he felt nothing for you?"

Her nose tingled, and she fought back tears. "Of course, I know how incredibly good he has been to me all these

years. But it hurts even more to think that his kindness was only because I resembled another woman."

Hank had been the epitome of an exemplary boyfriend, attending to every detail and showing unwavering devotion.

He had always made her feel like the center of his world. However, she still couldn't fathom that someone like him

could be concealing such a significant secret.

"But have you ever considered that everything he did was just a ruse to deceive you?"

Slevin's words cut through Yelena's thoughts, and she raised her head sharply. "What do you mean?"

Deceive me?

"Well, yes. You're certainly not the sharpest tool in the shed. If you'd just think things through, everything would

become clear."

As the puzzle pieces fell into place in her mind, her face turned pale in an instant.

"Are you suggesting that he intentionally deceived me because of his illness, that he does not want to burden me?"

If that were the case, everything would finally make sense.

Hank had known about his terminal illness all along and didn't want to hold her back, so he fabricated a reason to

break up.

Slevin chuckled softly. "You're not entirely clueless, after all."

Yelena's uncertainty lingered. "But… that woman does bear a striking resemblance to me."

"She was specifically chosen to resemble you, so, of course, both of you look similar." He rubbed his temples and

continued, "By the way, did you know that he has a room filled with your posters? Have you never been in his

room?"

She was dumbfounded by this revelation. "I had no idea."

"You're truly clueless," he remarked.

"Well, that's not entirely accurate. Didn't I mention it before? The information I possess far surpasses what you

know," he declared.

Embarrassment washed over Yelena as she realized she had never paid attention to this matter. She had noticed

that Hank had a room off-limits to outsiders, including herself, but she had assumed that it was either an unsafe

area or that it contained aspects of his life he didn't want to share, so she had never given it much thought.

Little did she know…

"You never expected that he is such a devoted fan of a young celebrity, did you?"

"How did you come to know about this?"

Slevin's smile remained unwavering as he looked at her. "Haven't I told you? There's nothing I want to know that I

haven't already discovered."

"But why did you choose to tell me this?" Curiosity lingered within Yelena as she questioned his motive for sharing

this information.

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If the person in front of her hadn't been deceiving her, she wondered why he would be so kind as to reveal such

details.

Observing her perplexed expression mingled with hidden anticipation, he let out a regretful sigh. "I didn't expect

this news to bring you so much joy. Had I known, I wouldn't have disclosed it."

She was taken aback by his words. "Why?"

"Because I suddenly realized that you are quite intriguing. If my unfortunate younger brother were to pass away,

why don't you come with me?"

An instant rush of crimson flushed her face.

Yelena couldn't believe that even at this moment, he still had the mood to tease her.

"Thank you for your kind offer, but it's unnecessary," she responded firmly.

Slevin rose from his seat and slowly approached her. Sporting his customary smile, he exuded a friendly and

composed demeanor that effectively crowded out any other thoughts on him.

When he drew closer, he suddenly leaned forward and rested his hands on the chair's armrests.

The distance between them closed in an instant, and the atmosphere turned ambiguous.

"What's wrong? Do you think I'm inferior to my younger brother?" he inquired.

Slevin had a tall and graceful figure, and especially his face had a touch of softness that made him look even more

approachable compared to Hank.

Although the two were attractive, they didn't bear many physical resemblances.

Caught off guard by his question, Yelena didn't know how to respond and simply leaned back in her chair.

"Mr. Slevin, please be mindful of your actions."

"Mindful?" He lifted her chin provocatively and retorted, "Now that you're in my villa, do I need your permission to

do as I please?"

Embarrassment washed over Yelena as she realized she had never paid attention to this matter. She had noticed

that Hank had a room off-limits to outsiders, including herself, but she had assumed that it was either an unsafe

area or that it contained aspects of his life he didn't want to share, so she had never given it much thought.