Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 36

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."