Devil CEO's Contract Lover
Chapter 21 Don't hurt Damon

I really don't get it anymore, Damon's secrets are like an onion, rattling off layer after layer.

I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to Damon to cause such cold-bloodedness in his nature now?

"That's up to you, I don't want to know your personal business anyway, I'm not interested in you." I said.

If I don't, he should say something to insult me again, he seems to keep basing his pleasure on other people's pain.

"It's for the best." Damon said a little wearily, a little tired, why had he told her the secret? Even Tiffany didn't know.

He got up and went to the bathroom, he should wash his face and clear his head, he was about to get mental problems from her.

Austin took the headphones away and said sadly, "Little beauty, don't hurt Damon in the future."

"You're eavesdropping on us! You said you listened to music! How did I hurt him?" It's always been him hurting me, okay?

He's so strong, and I'm capable of hurting him? Then wouldn't I be a genius?

"I didn't want to listen, but the headphones were broken, plus you guys were talking too loud." Austin said.

My face was a little red, indeed I hadn't lowered the volume when I argued with him earlier.

"Damon was indeed kidnapped as a child, and the company's enemies, the other party asked Mom and Dad to use the company's core secrets in exchange for Damon, how Mom did not agree, and then it was the anti-terrorist forces raided, to save Damon back, that time almost Damon died."

"So it's true." I also heart also received a shock, no wonder he has not given Monica's birthday.

Besides the marriage thing, they had a long-standing grudge against each other, and this incident must have bothered him for a long time.

"It was Damon who arranged for me to leave the country, he knew I would not be happy staying in this family, he sacrificed his own happiness to make me whole, I would not allow anyone to hurt Damon." Austin said seriously, which gave me no way to refute.

I can't imagine that Damon, who is so cold-blooded, is so good to Austin, is it because he hides himself too deeply?

"I'm telling you because I think you can change Damon, I don't like Tiffany, it looks like I'm nice, but she's not considerate enough for Damon, Damon needs the full range of care from his lover." Austin's admiration for his Damon was evident, their brotherly love was strong.

"You're wrong, he doesn't need anyone's care, and we're not right for each other, there are things I can do, the big deal is not to mention it in front of him in the future." I said, my stubborn personality seems to have penetrated my bones.

Austin looked at me with determination, "How old are you?"

"Eighteen." I replied flatly, anyone would be surprised by a woman who was pregnant at eighteen.

"That's incredible." At only eighteen years old, I was so mature that Austin could hardly imagine.

I always spoke with such confidence that even a personality like Damon would dare to rebel.

"You're funny." Austin said kindly.

"Is that so? I hope that's what you really mean." I gave the other man a smile.

Damon looked at his somber face in the mirror, his heart chilling even more as he remembered the kidnapping accident.

Did Mom think of him as a son or not? She looked so calm in the face of the kidnapper's threats.

So after the stunned Damon was rescued, he jumped into his dad's arms while showing hateful eyes to Mom.

And Mom, after seeing his actions, said without looking back, "Take Damon to the hospital, he needs to rest."

That was the root of what had caused him so many years of difficulty in letting go, and he sighed; if it weren't for Sofia, he wouldn't have recalled it.

He took a step towards the living room and was greeted by the sight of Austin and I chatting happily.

"Haha, you mean, you think I look like a bum, that's the weirdest compliment I've ever heard." Austin said with a laugh.

I scrunched up my little face, "Weren't you the one who said you wanted me to tell the truth? Playful!"

How am I supposed to be eloquent with any man? The last time a strange man gave me a ride home, and this time Austin and I are talking so well!

Is he the only person in the world I'm so mean to? Usually, apart from resisting him and theorizing with him, I can rarely be calm.

He did not notice that he had already sat between the two with a dark face, breaking the enthusiasm of their conversation.

Sofia, remember! You are my woman, whether I want you or not, you are not qualified to seduce other men for me!

Why does this bad guy have to sit between them? Isn't there somewhere else to sit? Who is he looking at with a shady face?

I didn't want to care about him and tried to stand up, but the hem of my skirt was sat on by Damon.

My skirt was torn, I was shocked and "!" I screamed out loud.

I was pulled back by a force, did not control the force, and fell into Damon's arms.

In the midst of the wretchedness, I saw Damon's face close at hand, with a wicked expression was watching me.

He gazed at me tenderly, one large hand still wrapped around my unsteady body, their necks pressed together, and I could see his slightly red ears.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly and my cheeks flushed, forgetting to struggle, only to feel as if Damon now had feelings.

He laughed, "I, is a man's embrace attractive to you?"

Shit! Just now I said that he has feelings this sentence retracted, he just tender are all playful.

Austin is still around! This man is too shameless, right?

I then realized that my skirt was pulled down a large circle, exposing my thighs, and I shrank back.

"You guys are too heavy, I'm going upstairs to rest, you guys continue." Austin said with a smirk.

It didn't seem impossible for them, wasn't there still months of time left? Maybe they could really get together.

I glanced at Damon with chagrin, his cheeks were actually slightly red, wasn't he cheeky?

Damon seriously threw the blanket next to him onto me, "Why don't you wrap up? Austin has seen everything!"

I pretended to be an ostrich and shrank deeper, going upstairs to replace clothes to put on, with my mouth still whispering Damon's scolding.

"Try not to wear a dress in the future." Damon said.

That obligatory tone drove me crazy, I can wear whatever I want, are you qualified to control me?

When I got dressed and went downstairs, Damon was already resting on the couch.

He still looks more comfortable when he's quiet. I sat down next to him and tried to observe his sleeping face.

But coldly caught by his hand, slender fingers with aristocratic air, warmly wrapped around my small hand.

This made my hand so small that my heart skipped a beat unsteadily and I tried to break free from his clutches but couldn't.

When did he have such a quirk? After several unsuccessful attempts, I had to give up.

What kind of story is hidden underneath the handsome sleeping face?

I have to admit that even though this man treated me badly, I was still curious about his story.

Clearly launching a temper that scares people and occasionally showing a hurt expression that makes people want to get closer.

It should be a paradox, but it holds true in his case. I shook my head a little, trying to shake the reverie out of my head.

Maybe I should be thankful that with Damon's genes, future children will be born beautiful and cute.

"I... What are you holding onto my hand for reckoning?" Coldly, Damon had that distrustful tone again.

"You're the one who grabbed my hand and wouldn't let go, and how dare you talk about me, if it weren't for the fact that I'm not good at disturbing you when you're asleep ......"

I knew that to be kind to this man was to be cruel to myself, hell of a perverted character!

"You're that kind?" Damon held up my hand and examined my gaze, "I know you've always been popular with men, but none of it will work for me, stay away from Austin in the future, he's much more innocent than you."

"What do you mean, Damon, you're overthinking this? Don't think it's a man, I I can't wait!"

I seriously doubt that Damon has a double personality, this person does not move to think that others have ulterior motives.

"That's for the best." Damon let go of my hand, took out his phone and dialed, "The dinner is tomorrow at the hotel, make sure you get me ready."

I shrugged it off, was he always like this? It's harder to guess than the emperor's mind!

After he finished, he looked back at me, "Take you to the upper class banquet tomorrow, you can't catch me, but others...... you may have the power." "What do you mean?" I asked, and only after asking did I realize that I was such an idiot bigot!

Damon tugged and left his back to me and went upstairs.

I screamed in anger, "Damon, you psycho!

You're the only purest person in the world, right? I'm filthy!

I sat down on the couch discontentedly and felt something under my body, I moved around and saw a small picture.

It was a picture of Tiffany, which must have fallen off Damon's body, right?

Since you misunderstood me like this, can I poke fun at you too?

I put the photo away and waited for Damon to come to my door in a fit of pique.

Monica and Wesley Rubinstein arrived around 3:00 pm.

I was fine when I was alone in the room, but it was awkward with two more people.

I stood up and said, "Monica, Wesley, you're back! Do you want some water?"

Monica was sitting on the couch, in casual clothes, with a stern air that made people shudder.

"No." Monica is a little tired, Wesley Rubinstein did drink two sips of water, this home seems to be Monica said.

"How are you Monica going to spend your birthday? Tomorrow is your birthday, I heard that many people will celebrate together." "Every year is the same, nothing fancy, you'll know when the time comes." Monica propped up her forehead a little tiredly.

"No, Damon and Austin are coming back to celebrate your birthday, if I were you, I couldn't be happier."

"You mean......Damon is coming back for my birthday? And Austin is coming back too?" Monica's eyes revealed a little surprise.

Wesley was also happy, and put his big hand on Monica's hand to give her comfort.

"Well! This time Damon put off his work as well, his career is certainly not as important as mom."‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒