Devil CEO's Contract Lover novel Chapter 54

She mumbled and finally sobbed out, "You're being cruel to me and Tiffany by hesitating like this, I'm begging you to let go of your confinement to me, my feelings for you are just a little bit just starting to sprout, they're not as deep as you think."

Damon fell into silence because of her words, he looked at me who was in a puddle of tears.

She was so skinny, not the least bit fattened up by her pregnancy, she was so thin that one wouldn't suspect she was two months pregnant.

Damon's eyes stung and he picked me up across the room, even though she was uncooperative and her feet kept stomping around.

He carried him across the floor anyway.

"No, Damon, don't you ever be gentle with me again, not at all." I mumbled a plea.

His heart only ached more with her words, "Do you want everyone to see our joke? Say what you have to say in your room."

It worked, and I only let out a faint sob and didn't struggle anymore.

It wouldn't be good if people saw Damon holding her like that.

"Want me to be indifferent to you, can I just do that?" Damon put her down on the bed and handed her a whole box of drawers.

She huffed and puffed, "Then you always have to take responsibility, you're not doing anyone any favors by dragging your feet like that."

Damon couldn't figure out what it felt like to have his heart stirred up, as if his heart ached when he saw me crying.

And when he sees Tiffany crying, he only feels sympathy, he has always been a clear and logical person.

Perhaps he had to show weakness to Spin North, he was not clear on emotional matters.

He also did not know what possessed him, hugged my body, as if this was the only way to feel warm.

"What should I do to you? All the tricks I used on Tiffany before have been used on you, and they don't work at all."

That's all he could do, maybe it was the kidnapping case when he was a kid that made him have a natural resistance to human contact.

She cried even more when she heard that this was her first love, but it ended in vain.

When she stopped crying so hard, she sat up and threw the Kleenex in the trash.

"Is it true that you cried a lot after you met me, is that it?" Damon asked.

She cried so much that it hurt him, I gave him a comforting smile and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.

Damon was instantly stopped in his tracks by her movement, and the tingling sensation came over him, bringing a strange feeling to the mind.

"Damon ......" My tears soaked his back, which was cold and clammy.

She is not cold-blooded and heartless, but put the feelings in her heart, the outbreak of the time, she realized that she had been so painful.

"Don't say a word, don't turn around, just let me hold on quietly." I said, my voice choked up and almost inaudible.

She cried like a fool. Wasn't she silly and naive like that?

Eighteen years old, she finally tasted the taste of love, so painful that it hurts, so painful that you can't breathe.

Damon was held by her in this way, also followed her crazy and silly, heart at the violent beating, as if not their own.

My despair passed away through my shirt. This night, whose love is moving, whose intention is deep?

His big hand still covered her small hand, "Don't cry, people who don't know will think I bullied you."

I blew my nose and said in a small choked voice, "You're the one who bullied me, so what?"

If it weren't for him, she would still be in school right now, and despite the poverty of her life, at least her heart wouldn't hurt so much.

Damon's heart swirled with mixed emotions, and he felt an inner turmoil sweeping through his body.

His eyes had flushed red and he took me in his arms, so desperate, so thirsty, so sorrowful that the kiss fell on her lips.

This may be his reply, he can not give her happiness, but only give her such a fervent kiss, is that so?

This time the kiss was hot and feverish, and each could clearly feel the heat in the other's body. Damon cupped her chin and asked, "What exactly do you want me to do? This is the last chance."

She whimpered, "I want you to stay with Miss Tiffany, and that's the answer you'll get no matter how many times you ask."

The gentry didn't need a petty girl like her, but a woman who was good everywhere.

She was only eighteen, and to the Rubinstein group she was a stain, a stain that was a constant reminder of how dirty she was.

If she did live with Damon, how could she explain to her future children, to the world, the fact that she had a child at eighteen?

There were too many helplessnesses weighing on her, remembering the saying, "Love is not known, but it is deep.

Damon's eyes flashed with a hint of sorrow, "Okay, then, as you wish, starting tomorrow morning, I'll forget I exist!"

His words managed to make her heart almost stop beating as he peeled off her clothes and indulged together.