Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 37 Half a month

But when he saw the contact name appear on his phone, his expression soothed and became gentle.

"Hello, Tiffany ......."

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music.

Just like his feelings for me, no matter what time or place, even if he was disturbed, Damon still had a

gentle look on his face.

His expression is really soft, and such an expression makes him look more comfortable.

If the nymphomaniac women outside saw this scene, they would probably die of madness!

"I'm telling you oh, I'll be back in the middle of next month, I'm determined to come back this time, I'm

going to stay for half a month before I leave."

Damon showed a surprised expression, "You can stay for half a month, Tiffany, you can not cheat me

again, if you back out, I will put you ...... hmmmm, you know what I want to say."

"Nasty la, Damon! I'm sure to do what I say, to make up for your heart, isn't that what I should do?"

"What's the difference between a master and someone else? Tell me honestly how much you've

learned?"

"A master is a master, his way of thinking is different, he is a charismatic person, I benefit a lot and

progress quickly."

"Look at you, you're so happy to learn something, we said you'd be back next month, call me in

advance to let me know then."

"Damon, I want to hear you say I love you, am I overdoing it?" Tiffany made a sappy sound.

"I love you, Tiffany," Damon laughed dumbly, "How about that, isn't that happy?"

"Mmm! That's for sure!" Tiffany made a contented sound, "Damon, you work hard, don't wear yourself

out."

"I know, you too, bubble noodles aren't nutritious at all."

"Got it, I'm hanging up, it's not like I'm a teenage girl anymore, bye bye honey."

"Bye." Damon hung up the phone and looked at me, I was looking at the book and was lost in thought.

I wasn't even looking into the book, I was thinking about the conversation they had just had, Damon

said he loved me, which of course was a fact I already knew.

However, it was the first time I heard him say it so naturally while on the phone, and it hurt a little in my

heart.

Tiffany is not only highly educated, has a successful career, but also beautiful and can be pampered

over the phone, I would not be.

The only thing I would do is to go against him until he showed an angry expression and the two of them

broke up.

The thought of this originally melancholy heart hurts even more, my small face wrinkled and Damon

said, "I want to go inside and take a nap."

Damon opened the secret room and my tiny body went in, laying down in the bed and letting myself

sink deeper.

Tiffany will be back next month and will stay for half a month ...... the words kept ringing in my head.

What's wrong with myself, I'm starting to suffer, I wouldn't have been like this before.

Is it possible that my mind is starting to show strange symptoms because of my pregnancy? Or was it

something else?

I covered myself with the blanket, fearfully thinking to myself that Damon is not someone else, his

status and position and I do not deserve.

Don't even get a little excited about him, because if you have a crush on this man, you'll be better off.

The deeper the good feeling, the deeper it will be hurt, which is natural, I shook my head and forced

myself to sleep.

Damon saw my sleeping posture, he smiled a little and continued to devote himself to his work.

But soon he looked up at the surveillance feed again, as if seeing me would make him feel better, what

happened?

When he called Tiffany just now, he didn't seem to miss it as much as before, and he watched my

expression while he was on the phone.

Seeing that I was indifferent and only cared about my book, he had an inexplicable feeling of loss.

Like Mr. Carver today, the boy I met that day who picked me up and dropped me off, and Austin's

praise, it seems like all the men around me can't hold on to me when they see me.

What the hell is going on? Am I that good? I'm just a high school student, nothing special, and yet I can

attract the attention of others.

"I... Should I follow my heart and approach you, or should I stay away from you?"

His good-looking eyebrows furrowed, a rare, distracted state he was in at work because of personal

matters, and he thought it was bad.

I've changed a lot of his habits and created quite a few firsts, which is so unfair to Tiffany.

One was a girlfriend of many years and the other was a woman who was pregnant with his child, and

whichever one he chose would hurt one.

So he had to be selfish and choose Tiffany. Isn't it great that we're right for each other and I can go to

Ohio where I'm looking forward to studying?

He took a sip of the tea next to him, not too strong, not too light, as if I had just poured it for him.

They always have a kind of tacit understanding, did not ask him, my tea brewed just right, this is not a

tacit understanding is what?

He laughed bitterly. When did the gentleman from the Rubinstein Group ever waste his time on such

things? I was tired lately, and my thoughts began to flourish.

By the time I woke up, it was almost dark outside, and the crackling of typing could still be heard in the

quiet interior.

Damon, is he still working now? I pressed a button in the room and the door opened straight away.

Under the soft desk lamp, Damon was typing quietly, sometimes frowning, sometimes smiling with

relief, he was handsome when he was working.

I stood silently behind him, so that the two felt distant, when it was clear that he was right in front of me.

"Have you rested well? You don't sleep under the covers much, is that how it is at home?" Damon

asked.

I nodded shakily, "Sometimes it feels like I can't breathe under the covers, I don't sleep as well as you

do."

"Give me ten more minutes, I'll be done with my work soon, and then I'll take you to buy some candy."

It was ridiculous to be told that as if I was a childish child, but the wish came from me.

The wait was short this time, and it always felt like I had only casually looked at his state while he was

working, and he finished his work and walked up to me.

"That's it?" I asked, surprised.

Damon nodded and said confidently, "I said ten minutes, it's only five now, and I've always had a strong

sense of time."

I spat out my tongue and said perfunctorily, "Yes yes yes, that is indeed the case with you sir, I have

always looked up to you with admiration and expressed my heartfelt admiration for your talent."

Damon gritted his teeth and said, "Me, you're itching for skin, aren't you?"

I shrugged irrationally, "I did tell the truth, do I have to be punished for telling the truth?"

As if overwhelmed by that powerful sense of pressure, I reached out and wrapped my arms around

Damon's right hand, "Come on, let's go get some candy."

Damon's eyes lingered on my hand holding his arm for a few seconds, and his mood improved a bit, "I

knew you were trying to muddle through."

As if I couldn't understand Damon's words, I angled my confused cheeks and said, "What did you say?

Didn't you say buy candy?"

He was fooled by my confused expression and the sense of innocence in my words, and he inclined his

head, perhaps he was overly concerned.

I sneaked a smug look and got into the car with Damon, which was pretty boring after a long day at the

office.

In fact, I think the difference between the company and home is the distance and location, in fact both

are quite boring, not as interesting as I thought, maybe because Damon has been doing his own thing

and not paying attention to me.

"Me, why did you want the candy and not something else? You could have taken the opportunity to ask

me to provide you with a mansion and a fancy car."

In the car, Damon suddenly asked, his eyes closed as if he was resting, not knowing what he meant by

asking this.

"Just a whim, what would I want with a mansion and a car? Europe doesn't need that." I said.

If it was Tiffany, he would never have guessed that I would ask him for a car, different people would

express themselves in different ways, was I synonymous with materialism in his mind?

Just because other people in the world are material doesn't mean I'm material. I'm always short of

money, but not in this way.

"Europe doesn't need this? Then where is it needed?" Damon didn't seem to catch my meaning in my

words, but his brow was furrowed.

"Does Mr.Rubinstein think I will step into this sad place again in the future? Since I went out, I didn't

think I would come back."

Hearing me say this, Damon's eyes opened and looked at me with a complicated expression.

"If you think so now, you won't think so later. Don't you want to come back to see the baby?"

Damon asked, or maybe this was him probing my mind, he just didn't want me to come back that is,

even if it was to see the baby.

"I know it's no use." I said faintly, a kind of sadness rushing to my mind.

"You're quite self-aware, you've always been very smart, if you train well back to the company, will be a

good employee."

I looked at Damon and did not withdraw my eyes for a long time, I said firmly, "I categorically will not

return to your company, I will not go back to the old way, I value my reputation more than my life, I do

not want to survive in a depressing environment."

My words in reply to him were relentless and impeccable, and he was angry but had no yo way to

refute them.

Yes, from his point of view, it was indeed a gift to me, and how could I, who was so stubborn, accept it?

It's really bad, he can always see himself in me, making him want to refuse to approach, but he can't

help but approach.

"That's good, it seems I've found the right person for you, you're smart enough and guard your own

rules, you don't overstep the mark."

He took out a cigarette, lit it and smoked it in the car, he panted, the curls of smoke gradually rose, the

smell of tobacco permeated.

"Ahem!" I was sensitive to the smell of smoke, and I opened the car window to get some fresh air.

"You're a nasty person, aren't you? Smoking in front of a pregnant woman! I don't like men who

smoke." I frowned.

Damon stubbed out his cigarette and looked back with indifferent eyes that made my heart waver

slightly, what was wrong with him?