Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 48

"Damon, I'm insecure, everyone says I'm good, but I only want you, I just want you by my side. Was I too confident before? I was so afraid of losing you." Tiffany cried.

"No, you won't lose me." Damon reassured me kindly.

Tiffany was more vulnerable than he thought, and as he took pity on me, he didn't notice me smiling in his arms.

"So, do you want to move back into my room?" Tiffany asked with teary eyes.

Damon, obviously stunned by my question, said, "Not yet, you know Mom's attitude, in case I ......"

Tiffany nodded, "Well then, I'll do whatever you want, whatever you want, I just want to be with you."

My pitiful words soon drew out all his guilt, and I knew exactly how to control men.

When we got back, the two of us were talking and laughing, and holding hands, and I was setting the table when we entered.

Austin sat next to him, clapping his hands, excited, "Finally, I can eat the little beauty's masterpiece once more. Pudding cake, my favorite!"

"It's not as dramatic as you make it out to be, is it? All day long, you've been yelling at me about being hungry, just like a hungry ghost." I said.

"Who made you so good at your craft? You've bought my heart." Austin rested his head on the chair and saw the two in the doorway.

"Damon, Tiffany! Come over here and eat the delicious food made by the little beauty, it's delicious, oh, I've been coveting it for a long time, and I can finally eat it again today."

Damon took Tiffany's hand and sat down as he asked, "Is there only one serving?"

"There are a few more, how many would you like?" I saw these two and knew I should be smiling too hard right now.

Tiffany leaned on Damon's shoulder and smiled at me, "Just one serving for the two of us."

Damon corrected, "Two servings, one with a little less cream."

Tiffany shook Damon and said, "Why two servings, do you hate me?"

I'd like to see how good my cooking is, so many people praise me and Austin likes me.

When I brought up the cake, which was comparable to the dessert bakery in a five-star hotel, Tiffany was speechless, and I tried the taste, which was surprisingly good.

I can't imagine that I can make cakes at a young age, and I, Tiffany, can do everything but eat.

But the future Rubinstein Group's young Monica does not need to cook herself, right? Can cook at best can be a good cook, can compare with me?

The real competition is how to get on stage, not cooking, isn't it?

Damon nodded his head in satisfaction at the cake he ate, "You make something exactly to my taste every time, how do you do it?"

I ate a cone myself without looking up in his direction, "I thought you said you didn't like anything too sweet?"

Damon looked at me with a flash of Austin for a moment, then hid it.

Tiffany defiantly ate a few bites of cake while Austin kept yelling from the sidelines, "Yummy! It's so good!"

Strange, how come the edges of Damon's mouth don't go white when he eats cream? I thought curiously.

And he eats with both grace and elegance, while Austin and I are on the same level and have nothing to eat.

Austin looked over at the little beauty and gave me lots of compliments, then suddenly came in with, "Little beauty, why are you red on your neck?"

Tiffany's eating mouth stopped chewing and I looked to my neck and soon saw the hickeys on it.

I pulled the collar up and panicked as my whole cheek was red, "Nothing, mosquito bites."

"Mosquito bites? Mosquito bites can be so obvious? Besides, it seems there are no mosquitoes now, right? I slept so cold yesterday." Austin said.

Damon, on the other hand, was relaxed and at ease, as if the hickeys had nothing to do with him at all.

It seemed that Damon was not attracted to this woman the same way he was to other women, my body was attracted to him.

Tiffany's heart was filled with hatred. I had fought for so long, but I had lost Damon?

Does Damon have this woman living in his heart right now?

Tiffany's heart suddenly became dark, all the time people who grabbed things from me didn't end up well!

When I was a kid, a woman and I grabbed a stationery box and the other woman won.

But I stepped on the stationery box when the woman was not there.

And this time when the master was torn between me and another woman, not knowing who to choose as a disciple, I gave the other one a sleeping pill.

Causing the other to not be able to compete, so I won. I've never been the underdog, I think some tactics are necessary, that's for success!

I think Tiffany is gentle and pampered, she must be a kind woman, but the way Tiffany looked at me scared me.

I was wrong, wasn't I? Tiffany had always been a gentle woman praised by the media, and I had such good taste, how could I show a fierce expression?