Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 9

Sofia POV

Dad cant be relied on, mom left the world early, and relatives have been out of touch for a long time.

The only thing I feel about Damon is: I wouldnt like this man even if all the men in the world died!

My disgust for him is based on my pride and loss of virginity and the pain I faced at the age of 18!

Probably because of what happened last night, Damon got up early in the morning, had a quick breakfast at home and went to work. During this time, Monica and Wesley went out for a trip and didnt have time to care about things at home, only making an occasional phone call. They were relieved to leave the company in Damons hands. After all, Damons maturity beyond his years and his talent in business were evident to everyone.

I woke up early and thought Damon had already left for work, but when I came downstairs, I saw him having breakfast in the dining room. When I saw him, my first reaction was to go back to my room and avoid him. However, Damon had already seen me coming downstairs, so I had to insist on walking up to him.

I didnt say anything, sat down and started eating, without looking up at him once during that time. Although I couldnt see his face, I could still feel a strong sense of oppression on Damons side.

Thats when my stomach suddenly cramped. I covered my mouth, remembering Damons disgust the last time I tried to vomit, and walked pale and fast to the bathroom.

It was so bad, I felt like I couldnt breathe!

I bent over the sink and dry-heaved uncomfortably. I wanted to vomit, but what came out was water. Suddenly there was a warmth on my back, a hand gently soothing me, a gesture that made me feel more comfortable.

I looked up and saw a rare stiff expression on Damons face in the mirror and resisted his approach somewhat. But Damon didnt seem to see my resistance and handed me a glass of water, "Would you like some water?"

If I hadnt been feeling sick from vomiting, I would never have drunk the water he handed me.

I took the glass of water with no expression and whispered my thanks.

After drinking the water I felt a little better. Damon opened the bathroom door for me and I followed him out.

I dont think Ill be able to eat breakfast, I cant stand the feeling of always wanting to vomit.

Damon put on his jacket and as he went out he said to me, "Just stay home and dont go out." Then he said to Linda, "Let her walk in the garden more often."

"Miss, would you like some more hot soup later? Youve had very little food this morning." Said Linda, who stepped aside.

"Ill tell you if Im hungry. Right now I just want to throw up, but theres really nothing left in my stomach to throw up." I said, covering my heart.

"Miss, dont be upset about him. What hasnt Mister experienced in the mall? Its just that when it comes to emotions, he gets confused."

"Im not unhappy for him. I just feel sad about what happened to me." I laughed bitterly.

"Why would you feel sad about that when many people wish they could have given him babies?"

I had no place in the Rubinstein family; I was just a surrogate mother, a birthing tool.

So after Linda finished, I just smiled at her, then pointed outside and walked out.

I hadnt been to school for a few days and had been staying in this huge cage, unable to breathe. I got bored and stayed in the garden for a while to get some fresh air, and then I actually found the small gate in the garden inadvertently.

I hesitated for a moment and walked through. Through the small door, there was a small garden inside. I saw a narrow crack in the wall from this small garden.

I was very slender and thin, so I passed through that crack easily, and then I found that I actually walked out of this cage. This was something I had only dreamed of!

My heart was pounding wildly. I carefully considered where I was going to go next.

Go home?

Luckily, because I had the idea of escaping, I had a little change in my pocket.

I walked to the main road and hailed a cab. Half an hour later the cab stopped in front of my house.

The day was a bit gloomy, as was my mood.

I had just walked to the door when I heard a womans voice coming from inside. "What? Why did you reject my proposal? Shes only eighteen and shes a prostitute, unmarried and pregnant, do you think the Rubinstein family will treat her like a good girl?"