Sweetheart, Do You Still Love Me?

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."

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.

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.

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?"