Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 36 Wedding ring

I then poured Damon's tea and Damon whispered a reminder as I looked down, "You're looking at Mr.

Carver with ambiguous eyes ......"

"I'm not!" Isn't he talking business? Why is he concerned about such issues? I am so speechless!

I just felt a touch of curiosity about this good-looking man, so I took a look, making it look like I was

cheating!

Ignoring his attitude, after pouring water for him, I stood aside and did not disturb them.

About an hour later, the meeting was completed and Mr. Carver shook Damon's hand.

"I'm glad to work with you, but you seem to be looking at me with a bit of hostility today."

"There is? How come? I've always wanted to work with Mr. Carver, and we've worked together

seamlessly before, to the benefit of both parties, so why am I being hostile to you?" Damon said.

"Mr.Rubinstein, you are quite humorous." Mr.Carver couldn't help but whisper to Damon, "It seems like

your attention is not on me, but on your secretary."

"How could that be." Damon said discontentedly, "Mr.Carver, we talk about personal matters all the

time, when did you become so gossipy too."

"I'm just reminding you that some things and people are fleeting, if you can't grasp them, you'll probably

lose them from now on."

Mr. Carver rattled the diamond ring on his hand, his deep eyes with a hint of nostalgia and remorse.

"Personally and emotionally I think I have my self-consciousness." Damon said coldly.

Cooperation is cooperation, around a woman's topic he does not like!

Mr.Carver was leaving when he said to me behind Damon, "You're kinda cute, remember not to be

bullied in the future."

I nodded with red cheeks, "What about your handkerchief? Do you want me to wash it and give it to

you?"

"No need." Mr.Carver smiled and left.

I said, "This man is quite interesting, what did you whisper just now? So mysterious."

Thinking of Mr. Carver's meaningful words just now, Damon pulled a long face.

"You don't have to ask about it, but you, you can't forget it after just one meeting?"

"What do you mean? Mr. Carver came over to help me out because he saw me being bullied." I

argued.

"Then what's the matter with you looking at him in the conference room? And you took his handkerchief

and said you were going to wash it for him." Damon said through gritted teeth.

"Where was I looking at him all the time? He's wearing a wedding ring, and besides, I can't be bad-

mouthing someone who helped me, right?"

Damon took a deep breath, pointed to the handkerchief in my hand and said, "Throw this in the trash!"

"No." I said, "Don't do that, okay? People who don't know think you're jealous, it's boring!"

"No way, you're thinking too well!" Damon smiled and his face became darker, he went straight back to

his office and the door slammed loudly in front of me.

I said he was jealous! How could he be! He was just angry that I was distracting him from an important

meeting!

I turned the door handle but found it wouldn't open. Damn man, is he that calculating?

I rapped vigorously on the door a few times and then angrily wrapped my arms around my chest,

Damon! It was too much.

I turned around and walked towards the way to the bathroom, washed Mr. Carver's handkerchief, and

casually rubbed the top of my clothes where they were soiled.

When I came back, the door was still closed, and I wanted to chisel it open to see what Damon was up

to now!

Unexpectedly, as I was about to turn the handle, the door opened and I saw Damon's surprised face.

I let out a triumphant smile and raised the handkerchief in my hand, "It's clean."

Damon started to close the door with a reflexive act of anger, not realizing that the outside would not

open the inside.

He waited for my pleading tone, and after a while, it seemed like all he heard was my pounding on the

door and then my footsteps leaving.

I'm not just going to go home, am I? He worriedly opened the door and actually saw my smug smile,

the first time Damon had ever been so frustrated!

But seeing me emerge unharmed, his heart relaxed a little.

"You buy me a set of clothes over here, for a woman, 5'6" tall, weighing 42 kilos, buy it according to this

standard."

I looked at the man on the phone, and after a moment I pointed at myself, "You mean buy me clothes?

No, I'm already clean."

"Whether it is clean or not, this dress should not be worn in the future, I am disturbed to see it!"

There are traces of other men's handkerchiefs on it, don't I know he is an emotional cleanliness freak?

The woman who has been stained by him, absolutely can not have a single ambiguity with other men,

Tiffany will not, I let him headache.

"I wear or not, this is your decision?" I said gamely, who was the person who just shut me out of the

door again?

"Don't I get to decide whether you wear it or not?" Damon leaned in ambiguously, "It's best if you don't

wear it, you don't have the best body, but it'll quench your thirst."

I think I felt him looking down at my chest, I covered my upper body, "Why are you showing such a

horny look?"

"No need to cover it, so look at you seem to be not fully developed, right? I," he said the air flow driven

if not sprayed on my neck, a slightly numb feeling.

"I can't imagine that you dress so noble, but live a dirty mind!" I was annoyed, stud!

"Don't be so shy, maybe you're the first woman to be so shy when pregnant with a child." Damon

laughed.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There was a knock at the door, "Sir, I've brought you the clothes you asked for."

"Open the door." Damon said to me with red ears, I glared back at him and opened the door.

I whispered a thank you as I took the clothes from the other man.

Damon gestured behind my back for the employee delivering the clothes to leave, and the other

nodded and left immediately.

I closed the door again, opened the bag and took out the dress inside, it was a small sheath dress,

black, and I didn't like black.

"Change your clothes, stained with coffee, then the clothes to wash, can see your figure, if you do not

mind, I do not care."

After I heard his words, I looked at my upper body and saw that the wet clothes could be seen through

to the contents inside.

Uncontrollably my cheeks just about burnt off as I took my clothes and asked. "Where can I change?"

Damon sat steadily in his seat, a remote control as small as a flash drive in his hand, and the

compartment came out.

I didn't think there was a secret room inside, with a bed, sofa and desk.

I walked in, Damon continued to press the button, the door closed.

I was relieved to change inside and casually looked at the price of the clothes and froze.

I was cursing the fact that rich people are living like this, buying a piece of clothing for 10 to 20

thousand at every turn, enough to cover my expenses for a few years.

After changing, the door opened automatically and I curiously asked, "How did you know I was done

changing?"

Damon actually blandly pointed to the video machine in front of him, "Can't you just see it if you want

to?"

"You're so bad, aren't you? You actually peeked at me changing my clothes, you you ......" I pointed at

him in anger, "What's the difference between that and me changing my clothes in front of you?"

"So you women like to make simple things complicated, besides your body is very average, I haven't

reached the point of peeping tom."

"Forget it, it's impossible to theorize with people like you in a proper manner." I waved my hand and

said, even if I had suffered a loss!

"Still do not admit that you have a psychological problem, if you do not have a psychological problem,

why do you want to engage in this secret room?" I asked.

"To keep little animals like you in captivity." Damon said, "Who let you move to extend your sharp

claws?"

"Blah blah blah! You're talking nonsense, that should be for you to rest when you're tired of your daily

work, right? I remember you have insomnia and don't like to be disturbed." I asked.

Damon didn't deny it, which means he acquiesced.

Damon began to work, in fact I had nothing to do, except for reading few magazines among many

financial books, I had nothing to do.

When a man works, he is very focused. I'm afraid he is so focused that he forgot I was there, right?

I looked at his empty glass of water, but finally owed him tea and put it next to him.

"Finally some thoughtful act, if you were a secretary, I wouldn't fire you for now." Damon didn't look up

as he spoke.

"If you're bored, you can go inside and rest in your room for a while, I'll call you when you leave."

I shook my head, "I slept well last night, I'm not sleepy at all now, I'm always sleeping my body is so

lazy."

"Whatever you want then." Damon, as if remembering something, said, "Look on the book table over

there, there is a romance book."

"The man looked at the book and thought about it. The man looked at the love book, think of goose

bumps.

"Move your toes, you should know, that is not I read, is I used to fear Tiffany anxious, bought for me to

relieve boredom."

I went over there and sure enough, I saw the book, it was Fifty Shades of Grey, and it was indeed read

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He was really attached to Tiffany, and he helped me think of and do all the things in my slightest place.

Tiffany may not like to read this book, but Damon's heart I should feel very happy, right?

After reading it for half a day, I realized that I had thought about it for half a day, but the book didn't turn

a page and kept the way it was brought.

I slapped my cheek, I, what are you thinking about? Of course they are a couple relationship will be

good!

Why despondently show a bitter face, this kind of man is nothing good, not just that?

I forced myself to read the book, and unfortunately found that after a while of imagination, I was not

interested in the book.

Or perhaps there is another thing that has taken over my mind and I want to sweep it away, but I can't

do it.

A familiar string of music played and caught my attention, Damon was not very pleasant to be

disturbed.