Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 15

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.