Devil CEO's Contract Lover
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He always felt uncomfortable mentioning Sofia in front of Tiffany, and he took his jacket off, exposing his arms.

"Damon! What's wrong with you? Why did you hurt your arm? I've never heard you mention it before!" Tiffany said distressed. "That woman crushed it with the door, my mom even slapped her for it, sometimes she can make me so mad I lose my temper!" Damon said discontentedly, "I guess I still don't like the savage type, the gentle and intellectual you are my favorite."

"I thought she was a cute and gentle little woman, I can't believe she did this to your arm!"

Tiffany said heartily, blaming her again in her mind.

Suddenly she looked like she remembered something, "I don't know, I think I even tugged on your arm when you came in the door just now."

"It's okay, my arm is not badly hurt, look at you, I would have known that I would only make you cry if I came over, I wouldn't have come."

Damon tenderly wiped Tiffany's eyes, she y wiped her tears and smiled a little, "I'm not going to cry okay?"

"Besides you're the one who made me cry!" Tiffany pouted.

Damon said, "Tiffany, you've done enough for me, you've been under a lot of pressure with me, I promise you, in a year, I will give you the marriage and life you want!" Tiffany crouched on his chest and said, "Okay, okay, I believe you, our happy future is just around the corner."

I heard from Linda at home that there was still a garden at home that hadn't been planted and when to contact a flower garden company to come over and plant it.

I immediately got excited and said, "Can you let me come? I want to plant what I want to plant, I may not have anything planned, I don't know if it's okay?"

"Of course it's OK, but Miss now you're not feeling well, you can't keep doing the bending, just get a little bit."

I was already bored with my life, and now it's just great to have something to keep me busy.

Besides, I've loved growing flowers since I was a kid and dreamed of having a garden of my own!

For three or four days in a row, I worked in the garden like a hard-working bee.

I followed Linda's advice and worked for only one hour in the morning and one hour in the afternoon.

Watching the seedlings I planted form a circular envelope gave me a sense of labor happiness.

I was happy to be quiet in Damon's absence, and Linda at home was fine with me because I never bossed us around with nothing to do.

This day after I finished planting flowers in the garden, I went back with a trowel and a small bucket.

"Linda, my flowers are all planted!" The excitement was overwhelming, but instead of Linda, I saw Damon.

Without realizing it, he was back so soon?

"You're back? It was fine over there, right? You must have had a great time with Miss Tiffany!" I said.

Damon sat on the couch, not saying a word, and when he looked up, I had a vague feeling that something wasn't right.

Had he not gone to France? No, Linda said he had already arrived there and met Miss Tiffany.

I had never seen Damon's face like this before. It was a faint sadness pervading the depths of his eyes.

He seemed rather tired, and he ignored my words with little life.

I put my things away, washed my hands and went to the living room, where the smell of smoke filled the living room.

Damon lit a cigarette and let the smoke fill the room, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

I coughed and hastily covered my nose. I hate the smell of smoke, and I'm pregnant and can't smoke.

I heard that the fetus inhaling the smell of smoke would affect the child's growth and genes.

"Ahem! Can you put out the cigarette! Aren't you usually a non-smoker?" I said, frowning. Damon put out his cigarette... what an unmitigated psycho! I wanted to get out of here. "Don't you women always put your career after your family?" Damon suddenly asked.

I stopped in my tracks, what did he mean by asking that out of the blue?

"I don't know, each man has his own opinion. If it were me, I would put my career second, and my family is the most important."

"Is that so?" Damon sounded like he was mocking himself, "But that's not how I feel."

"Who?" As soon as I said it, it came to me, "Is it Miss Tiffany? What's wrong with you guys? I see you're not in good spirits either."

"Forget it, you wouldn't understand if I told you, you don't understand."

Damon's words mean that I am still a child? Don't know anything? I hate it when people treat me like a child!

"Why don't I understand? You don't care to talk to me." I said.

"The costume show was so successful that she was spotted by an industry master who wanted to take her on as a student, but then it would be three years before she could return."

It was two years more than the original year, and the circling with his family had burned him out, and he didn't want to wait any longer.

But Tiffany's idea was to further her education with the master, so that her future would surely be boundless.

The otherwise sweet meeting between the two just fell apart, and Damon fell into a deep exhaustion. When will this relationship be repaired?

He sometimes really wanted Tiffany to be able to get married and settle down sooner, like other women do.

"You wish she would give up her job and marry you after a year, right?" I asked.

I shouldn't have bothered with his business, my heart was too soft, and seeing Damon's different tiredness than usual, my sympathy rose up again.

After a while, Damon answered, "Well."

"Miss Tiffany is a psychologically strong person, she wants to rise in her career to a point where she thinks she must feel unworthy of you and is trying to catch up with you, and I don't think the feelings of guilt are pure love."

I said, we're also women and could more or less guess what she was thinking.

Tiffany's father was a murderer, and with her inability to have children, she was strong on the surface and vulnerable on the inside.

"I think you guys should calm down for a while, when you do, maybe you'll know what to do."

I said, "I still suggest that you can support her, after all, you are in the wrong, and it takes a lot of courage for her to stay with you."

"Which, since she has also waited so long for your answer, you should give her strength when she is at a loss. Will she study for two or three years and you will change your mind? If not, just support her." Damon didn't think I could say something so mature; in his consciousness, I was a mentally immature child.

Listening to my advice today even made more sense than he thought.

Sofia, too, didn't seem so off-putting.

But under his breath, Damon didn't show it.

"What can you know, you don't know anything about us, you have no say."

After saying that, Damon walked to the refrigerator, picked up a bottle of water, opened it and drank it. That's taking good intentions for granted!

I was so overwhelmed with love that I thought of helping him out, but he didn't appreciate it at all!

Damon's eyes saw my anger as I tried to stamp my feet, and the sadness I felt just now seemed to be resolved.

In fact, waiting is not the hardest part, but waiting without hope is the hardest part!

This time to France, his performance is a little too reckless.

He was there to comfort Tiffany, to give her happiness, not to add to her troubles.

After dinner, I saw that Damon seemed to be in a better mood and was at the office.

This man also said that his girlfriend is always looking after his career, in fact, he himself spends a lot of time at work!

After some hesitation and encouragement from Linda, I knocked on his door.

Damon said, "Who is it? What's up?"

"I ......" I raised my voice a bit, and there was no response inside.

I was about to turn around and walk away when another voice came from inside, "Come on in, sneaking around outside!"

I was sure that he must have done it on purpose, hearing my footsteps and knowing that I was leaving before calling out to me.

This man can be as hateful as he can be!

"What do you want from me?" Damon still hadn't taken his eyes off the computer.

I hunkered down in the doorway, half my body peeking in, and I said, "I made a little cake today, and it's going to go bad if I don't eat it."

Damon said directly, "No, I'll only eat what you don't eat."

The tone was too childish, but I had made the whole thing and wanted him to try it.

"This is delicious, and Linda said that I made it taste better than she did."

I bragged as I brought the cake behind me to Damon's face.

A triangular shaped cake with an evenly coated layer of dark chocolate at the top and a small red cherry garnish at the very top.

It looks like it's pretty tasty, and about three hours before dinner time, it does seem a little hungry.

Damon took a tentative bite and actually found it tasted good, "Not bad."

This was probably the first time he had ever genuinely complimented someone, and it was the first compliment I had ever received from him anyway.

"Does it taste similar to Linda's?" I said with narrowed eyes.

Damon continued to take a few bites, and his expression was the opposite of enjoyment.

He frowned and said, "You get tired of eating too much of it, and besides, there's no way you can top Linda's taste."

I consciously filtered out the words I didn't want to hear, and it seemed like sending him food was a big mistake!

I wouldn't have been a good person if Linda hadn't highly recommended it and said I wasn't feeling well and had trouble with my legs and feet and couldn't go upstairs.

"Are you busy with the company again? Don't you have employees in your company? How come you're the only one who's exhausted?"

In my mind, the general manager or the president should be sitting in the office.

Everything would be taken care of for them by someone else! Isn't it like that?

"Sofia, if everything goes your way, the whole world is going to be a mess." Damon said.

"My ideas are better than yours. Men like you don't have much of a recreational life besides work, and I replace it boring."

My tone, like that of a long-suffering white-collar man, made Damon chuckle.

"If your only upbringing was to inherit your family's company in the future, you'd be like that too."☐☐☐