Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 43

Seeing me go from a smiling face just now to a head down now, looking at my shoelaces, he squeezed my little hand, "Be careful of hitting the elevator door."

I nodded, and after a moment to ease out of the melancholy, I said, "Thanks."

As Damon had said, I reverted to that raw politeness.

As good as I am with Damon, I'm just a third party after all, right?

Or if I was a third party, I had to pass a strict test. I took a deep breath and took his big hand back.

Am I not a bit greedy and selfish, knowing that he has a woman he loves, and I still want to be near the warmth of him.

There were only two people in the elevator for Mr. From the forty-fifth floor, one by one, my heart swayed along with it.

I looked at the face of the man next to me printed on the top of the elevator, and my heart sank even more.

I broke the calm and said, "Damon, in case, and I mean in case, I really have an accident in production, will you miss me later?"

"No. I will never miss you, I will forget you as a person." The content of his answer caused my heart to suddenly intensify its pain.

"Oh." I nodded, but felt his hand squeeze mine tighter, not knowing if it was his or my sweat on my hand.

The number of the elevator turned to 10 before Damon turned back to me and said, "So nothing should ever happen to you, live if you want to not be faded away!"

I was the only one in his gaze, and for a moment I felt the urge to cry.

His voice became gentle, "Live for me, are you willing to be crushed by fate so quickly?"

Finally my voice finally choked a little, "Not willing, I will try to try."

"Opportunity does not leave to the unprepared, your illness is not the most serious kind, cooperate with the doctor for regular treatment and examination, when the time comes I will connect you with the best professional doctors in the world." Damon said.

I nodded hard, "I know."

Sure enough, while in the office, he was not in the office, but looking up information on pregnancies in congenital heart disease patients.

The elevator door opened, a bright light outside, and I broke into a smile as I looked down at the two men's hands clasped together.

It turns out Linda was right, he's not that bad a person, he just keeps everything inside.

If I hadn't had the chance to live with him all the time, how would I have known? So fate is a strange thing.

When we got to the Western restaurant, Damon said, "Don't look so bitter that I think you're acting in a Joan of Arc drama, let's see what we have to eat."

I looked at the menu he handed over and studied it carefully, thinking that I didn't know much about the dishes on it, all in French.

I blushed and said, "You're too bad, aren't you?"

Bad? He took the menu, remembered that I didn't understand French, and laughed, "I forgot, so I'll order a few signature dishes."

He said a few words in French to the waiter next to him, and I could only count the people passing outside on the side.

"It's not a bad place, is it? I sometimes come here to relax when I'm a little busy at work." Damon said.

"Well, as long as it's expensive, the environment is usually not bad. You have the luxury of coming here to relax." I said.

Compared to the money Damon earns, eating here is no different from eating at a roadside stall.

The life of the upper class is far more luxurious than we can imagine, not only materially but also spiritually.

I know that this is also where the distance between them creates a sense of distance, Tiffany can communicate with him spiritually, right?

Damon laughed, "You have a very particular standard of evaluation, but I'll accept your reasoning for now."

The dishes that came up were beautiful, that's all I can say, what with the shrimp flown in from the Mediterranean, the French wine, the Turkish toast, all of which I didn't know, and tasted so good that I sighed in admiration several times in a row.

Seeing me eating so happily, Damon said, "Looks like I brought you to the right place, this is indeed a good restaurant."

"Of course you know a lot, you've been to more restaurants than I've had snacks. What tastes good and what places have unique tastes, you're better than me, I'll give you that." I said.

"Later you will become like me, I can see you want to become a classy person too, you are only eighteen, there are plenty of opportunities in the future." His emphasis was stubbornly making me think that I had a long time to live and that there would be no such thing as a postpartum hemorrhagic shock.

I nodded, smiled, and said, "Good! Then you'll have to provide me with the funds for me to study."

It always felt like they were lying to each other, though I knew the words were untrue, so I took them as a comfort from Damon.

I didn't want the warmth he gave me out of pity, I wanted true love, but that was impossible for him to give.

The sadness in my heart made me eat a lot, and holding on to my bulging stomach, I said, "So full."

"You're just as full as I thought you were, see the way people are looking at you."

Damon was deliberately trying to make me feel weak.

I observed the expressions of the people around me, and it seemed that everyone was looking at me.

I had eaten only twice as much as a normal person would eat, so what was the surprise.

"I'm done eating too, why don't we leave quickly?" There is always a signal in my head that it is not advisable to stay here for a long time.

"Okay, as you wish." Damon said, seeing my relaxed look in the afterglow.

After they left, everyone in the restaurant resumed talking together, but the conversation was almost always the same.

"Is that Mr. Damon from the Rubinstein Group? Oh my God! He brought a little woman to dinner, so romantic!"

"I thought it looked like that at first, too, then I thought it wasn't. Just now when I saw the tip he gave to the waiter and his manner of speech, I realized that I wasn't wrong, but it's true!"

"I can't believe he brought a little woman with him, before he always had only one fixed girlfriend, I had believed that he was not only interested in men as the newspaper said, now the rumors are not broken."

"Of course he only likes women, so many advantages in one person will like men, then there is no point in the world of women!"

"If only he could have a meal with me, I would give anything!"

"How is that possible? You did not see how lovely the woman with him just now, how tender her skin is, the natural beauty without makeup eh!"

"Ugh! I'm better off just longing and not thinking so much about it."

After I got back to the office, I said to Damon, "There's nothing more to do on your side, why don't I just go back now, how about that?"

I was suffering today, and being around Damon, I could always feel my mood, changing with his words.

"No, you have to wait for me to go back with you." Damon said as he wrapped his arms around my body, "Wait for me to get off work and I'll finish as soon as I can."

"Do you always work this hard? Didn't you say you had to recuperate from your injuries? Think of your body as something else."

I think than my worry, he behaved very calmly, "It's just a small injury, there is no need to listen to the doctor, I am not a woman."

"As you like, if the condition worsens, you do not blame me for not reminding you, noon time, you better take the opportunity to rest." I said, "If you want me to wait for you, it's not that bad."

"No!" He said, his bright eyes seeming to want to grab my insides, "Unless you go rest too."

I shrugged, "Okay, whatever you say. Sometimes you really are a bit of an immature child."

"Oh, that's an explanation I don't think I've ever heard anyone else have the audacity to say." He held out his hand making like he wanted to hit someone, "Come here and try the kid's strength."

"Don't don't ...... don't do that, count me wrong, okay?" I dodged his hand everywhere.

But he relentlessly tried to grab me, "Want me to let you go, unless you can swallow what you just said straight into your stomach."

"You know that's not going to happen." I laughed and dodged.

"So there's no way I'll let go of you either!" His big hands grabbed me and pushed me, and I fell into the warm bed with him.

I grinned cheekily, "Stop playing around, I'm pregnant, you should take care of me."

"I'll take care of you, who'll take care of me? Hmm? Me, the baby seems to be a shield you use against me, do you think I should punish you?" He laughed, his hot breath spilling onto my neck, eliciting a tingling sensation.

"The baby will take care of you later, won't it?" I said, Damon's hands braced to my left and right, and he was above me, gazing at me with deep eyes.

"What if I said I had to have you take care of me?" Damon said, dipping his head and kissing me slightly on the lips, followed by another soft kiss.

At this point I always felt as if I was being treated so gently as if I were his cherished treasure.

The kiss soon started a fire and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around his neck and indulge with him.

Only with this kind of physical contact could they feel so close to each other.

It was over, all over, this time for real, completely desperate to fall into the trap of his tenderness.

They kissed twice a day, and the two times combined could be compared to the time it takes to eat, and to think that my cheeks were so red I could barely see them.

They were obviously two sensible people, but they were both as mad as hell, forgetting everything!

When I think of Tiffany, it makes me feel sorry for me, sorry for this gentle and kind woman, I moved.

Damon sleeping beside me he, only when he is sleeping, I dare to gaze at him so.

His long eyelashes that make women jealous, open the eyes that make people unable to take a step, kissed me many times when the thin lips hooked up the arc, charming eyes, plus his high nose, his features are very three-dimensional.

A closer look at this man, his bangs rooted down in front of the forehead, chestnut hair color with a lazy breath, soft daylight handsome face like a snow in the summer, or autumn rain, sprinkled on the body, cool and comfortable ......