Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 18 Let go of me! Asshole!

Damon nodded, his blood was cold, squeezing that pathetic right out of an eighteen year old woman. Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Eighteen years old will think about the future direction of the company, right? I believe it!

Looking at Sofia's forlorn back as she left, Damon looked at the paper in his hand.

The final strokes on the signed name were trembling.

He finally had that tiny bit of guilt in his heart.

This is what he has been taught since he was a child, to sacrifice the interests of others for his own.

When I got in the car again, without saying a word, what was I supposed to say? Say thank you

Damon, you taught me the most important lesson in life, that you can't talk about feelings with men?

Damon looked at his watch, "It's 1:00 p.m. Say, what do you want, I can buy it for you on the way."

"Anything at all?" I asked.

He didn't answer in approval, and if I could, I'd like to buy a rope and strangle you and strangle me.

"Unfortunately, I don't need anything." I said indifferently, human kindness is too cold.

How do the big families amass their wealth? How could they have reached what they have today

without using a few tricks?

To deal with a small woman, there is no need to take some decent means, I am just a small pawn.

Sofia, get to know yourself again!

I sat at the table with gloomy eyes. There was no hope for my future!

It turns out that between people, not all unpleasantness can be dissolved by making an effort.

The baby, after all, had to be conceived on its own for ten months, not to mention the hard work

involved.

It's too late to give the baby the motherly love it deserves, and you have to drag your tired body away.

Damon, you have more tricks up your sleeve than I thought! This world simply does not allow the weak

to survive properly!

A contract that can buy out all my rights as a mother and the baby will call someone else mommy in the

future.

My heart is sour when I think about it. I hate this man for giving me endless hurt!

I'm glad I had the brains to not fall in love with him, or he would have dealt a much heavier blow!

The internet is full of information about Damon, and there is a special posting for him, where a large

group of women are discussing it in a frenzy.

Are all these women crazy?

During the day I searched curiously, what it said that women all over the world like quality men, sexy

men, teenage killers and other titles really belong to him? That's because those crazy women didn't

see him for what he really is!

Cold-blooded ruthless with a taste of bloodthirsty, so that people can not approach, the only

consequence of approaching is to be bruised all over.

Unless I have a mental illness, I swear, I will not have any so-called good feelings for him!

"Miss, the porridge is getting cold, why don't you drink some? Today, I see that you are not in good

spirits as soon as you come back." Linda said.

"It's nothing, just a little pain in my temple, don't worry about me." I gave a comforting smile.

"How can I not care about you, you need to keep your body in good shape so that the baby you give

birth to will be beautiful and cute."

I asked, "Linda, your baby is working, right?"

"Yes! I went to college and married Tony, and I only come back two or three times a year. Every time

I'm home, she thinks I'm chirpy, and when I don't come back, I always miss me, like a naughty girl."

Linda said with a smile.

"She must be very dutiful to you."

"That's natural. She mails me things every New Year's Day and instructs me to retire in a few years

before it's too late and enjoy myself at home."

The words evoked my heartbreak again, the baby, in the future, has nothing to do with me, just thinking

about it, the heart hurts.

I murmured, "I understand later, men's surface should never be trusted ......"

"Miss, what are you talking about? I can't even understand."

"Nothing, Linda, nothing is wrong, you should rest more."

"Wesley and Monica are coming back, and Monica's birthday is just the day after tomorrow, so you'd

better prepare something in advance, Miss."

"Monica's birthday? How come I didn't hear Damon mention it?"

"Alas, Damon and Monica because of Miss Tiffany's relationship, up a lot of disconnect, probably

Damon know, just do not mention it."

"It's really his way of doing things, selfishly blaming everything on his parents for himself." I said coldly.

"This ...... some things the young lady does not understand after all, hurry up and do not talk nonsense,

in case it makes Damon angry ......"

"I do not say it is, thank you for reminding me."

I I, you are reduced to look at the face of the man to survive down?

It's really humble, a bird in a cage no matter how privileged its life is, it's no more precious than

freedom!

In the evening, Damon brought his laptop to the bedroom, and the light in the study was a little harsh.

I slept badly with him there, tossing and turning.

"Am I disturbing you? You're distracting me by tossing and turning like that." Hard tone.

"I just can't sleep purely, so if you find me annoying, you can go to the den."

"After all this time, you don't seem to have improved your perception that this is my house in the

slightest."

Yes, I'm a surrogate at best, maybe not even a human being.

"That's why I can't sleep, it's your house, not mine."

I continued, "Besides, is this the kind of posture you're all in? After squeezing the benefits out of others

and watching them bow down, you're comfortable doing your own thing. A man like you must have no

friends, not one."

Damon dropped what he was doing and turned back to look at me with a calm gaze.

The light was a little dim, and I watched the lines on Damon's face soften a little more than they had

during the day.

He was stingy with his smile for people who didn't care, and like now, he wore a critical attitude.

"I know you're not balanced, but it can't be helped, it's good for you, it's unfair to me and Tiffany."

Damon said blandly.

It was as if the right to be a mommy was no different from a commodity in Damon's eyes.

I knew that talking nonsense to him wouldn't do any good at all, and I didn't have to, he was too cold-

blooded.

"Your mom has a birthday the day after tomorrow, whether you know it or not, I'll remind you first." I

said.

I always felt that although Monica was cold, she was Damon's mother after all, and he shouldn't be

annoyed with me.

"And where do you know this from? You're quite well-informed. The mind of pleasing others still hasn't

changed."

Damon sounded like he was mocking, but I gave him a very serious look.

"As you think so Damon, she's your mother, she can't always harm you, and I'm in no position to say

otherwise."

Criminals, no matter how evil they are, always preserve a merciful heart for their own families, let alone

normal people.

Some things are just misunderstandings, Damon, you're obviously not an adolescent boy anymore and

shouldn't be.

"So what if it's my mom? I've been living under her pressure, you wouldn't understand the feeling!"

Damon doesn't like it when I get all smug and things are only half understood and I have no say in the

matter!

"I don't have anything extra to say, I hope for her birthday, you'll be able to be a little nicer to her."

I said, maybe I shouldn't have said those words, but I did say them.

"Hmph, you know it's useless to coax me, you're starting with my mother, you're really smart! If I don't

sign a contract with you, I can see what the consequences would be."

Again with the contract, can you not mention these two words! Just mentioning it now gives me a

vomiting sensation!

First I was forced to be a prostitute, and now I'm being forced to give up my baby... my rights are

slipping away!

He still thinks he knows me so well and speaks so openly, does he not know what it means to take

what is good with what is good?

Is it honest to hurt someone? I looked at Damon coldly, "Maybe one day you'll regret what you did

today."

"Regret? Do you think there is such a day? What you can't see now is the same in the future... You're

proud of interrupting my work, aren't you?"

He smiled, only that smile was like a mockery of someone's pride!

"I have no desire to communicate with you at all, you are worthless in my heart as usual!"

I put the covers over my head, talking to him every day is as hard as a spy against a detective!

I actually said he was worthless! And after that, he went back to sleep! This made him lose his

enthusiasm for work and just want to teach me a lesson!

If only William were here now, I could throw myself into his arms and cry!

I blinked my eyes and shrank into a shrimp shape, "What do you want?"

"What? Me, you pissed me off today, I hope you won't regret it tomorrow!" Damon said in a threatening

tone.

My heart chilled and my eyes looked at Damon in horror, he didn't want to do that, did he? I'm still

pregnant with my baby!

"What do you think? What else can you do to piss a man off so you can remember the punishment?"

Damon said with a wicked tone, the hot breath passing from the end of his nose gently sweeping

against the nape of my neck, eliciting a tingling sensation.

I looked into the man's dangerous eyes, slightly bloodshot, my hands scrunched up against my chest,

my eyes flickering, "Get out of my way! Please don't touch me with your filthy hands again!"

"Dirty?" Hearing my contradictory emotions towards him, he became angry, "Who is dirty? Me or you,

the whore?"

Why did he say that! Was I a heartless, money-minded person who hurt me like that?

I didn't wait for the next step of resistance, Damon had already seized my lips, and the wonderful taste

began to pass.

He began to miss the taste of the night that was not very clear, and a pair of long hands cupped my

chin, leaving me with no strength to resist and forced to kiss him.

My face was red and my hands kept pounding Damon as I called out but couldn't get the words out

because of the kiss.

The man's dominant tongue forced me to sink with him, the temperature rising as a fever rose in my

body.

The close Damon closed eyes, eyelashes rooted, a little bit of shadow presented on his face, so

handsome, but make me as fall into the abyss.

"Let ...... go of me! Bastard!" I felt breathless and kept struggling.