Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 43

Seeing me go from a smiling face just now to a head down now, looking at my shoelaces, he squeezed my little hand, "Be careful of hitting the elevator door."

I nodded, and after a moment to ease out of the melancholy, I said, "Thanks."

As Damon had said, I reverted to that raw politeness.

As good as I am with Damon, I'm just a third party after all, right?

Or if I was a third party, I had to pass a strict test. I took a deep breath and took his big hand back.

Am I not a bit greedy and selfish, knowing that he has a woman he loves, and I still want to be near the warmth of him.

There were only two people in the elevator for Mr. From the forty-fifth floor, one by one, my heart swayed along with it.

I looked at the face of the man next to me printed on the top of the elevator, and my heart sank even more.

I broke the calm and said, "Damon, in case, and I mean in case, I really have an accident in production, will you miss me later?"

"No. I will never miss you, I will forget you as a person." The content of his answer caused my heart to suddenly intensify its pain.

"Oh." I nodded, but felt his hand squeeze mine tighter, not knowing if it was his or my sweat on my hand.

The number of the elevator turned to 10 before Damon turned back to me and said, "So nothing should ever happen to you, live if you want to not be faded away!"

I was the only one in his gaze, and for a moment I felt the urge to cry.

His voice became gentle, "Live for me, are you willing to be crushed by fate so quickly?"

Finally my voice finally choked a little, "Not willing, I will try to try."

"Opportunity does not leave to the unprepared, your illness is not the most serious kind, cooperate with the doctor for regular treatment and examination, when the time comes I will connect you with the best professional doctors in the world." Damon said.

I nodded hard, "I know."

Sure enough, while in the office, he was not in the office, but looking up information on pregnancies in congenital heart disease patients.

The elevator door opened, a bright light outside, and I broke into a smile as I looked down at the two men's hands clasped together.

It turns out Linda was right, he's not that bad a person, he just keeps everything inside.

If I hadn't had the chance to live with him all the time, how would I have known? So fate is a strange thing.

When we got to the Western restaurant, Damon said, "Don't look so bitter that I think you're acting in a Joan of Arc drama, let's see what we have to eat."

I looked at the menu he handed over and studied it carefully, thinking that I didn't know much about the dishes on it, all in French.

I blushed and said, "You're too bad, aren't you?"

Bad? He took the menu, remembered that I didn't understand French, and laughed, "I forgot, so I'll order a few signature dishes."

He said a few words in French to the waiter next to him, and I could only count the people passing outside on the side.

"It's not a bad place, is it? I sometimes come here to relax when I'm a little busy at work." Damon said.

"Well, as long as it's expensive, the environment is usually not bad. You have the luxury of coming here to relax." I said.

Compared to the money Damon earns, eating here is no different from eating at a roadside stall.

The life of the upper class is far more luxurious than we can imagine, not only materially but also spiritually.

I know that this is also where the distance between them creates a sense of distance, Tiffany can communicate with him spiritually, right?

Damon laughed, "You have a very particular standard of evaluation, but I'll accept your reasoning for now."

The dishes that came up were beautiful, that's all I can say, what with the shrimp flown in from the Mediterranean, the French wine, the Turkish toast, all of which I didn't know, and tasted so good that I sighed in admiration several times in a row.

Seeing me eating so happily, Damon said, "Looks like I brought you to the right place, this is indeed a good restaurant."

"Of course you know a lot, you've been to more restaurants than I've had snacks. What tastes good and what places have unique tastes, you're better than me, I'll give you that." I said.

"Later you will become like me, I can see you want to become a classy person too, you are only eighteen, there are plenty of opportunities in the future." His emphasis was stubbornly making me think that I had a long time to live and that there would be no such thing as a postpartum hemorrhagic shock.

I nodded, smiled, and said, "Good! Then you'll have to provide me with the funds for me to study."

It always felt like they were lying to each other, though I knew the words were untrue, so I took them as a comfort from Damon.

I didn't want the warmth he gave me out of pity, I wanted true love, but that was impossible for him to give.

The sadness in my heart made me eat a lot, and holding on to my bulging stomach, I said, "So full."