When Love Becomes a Thing of the Past (Zoey) novel Chapter 680

Chapter 660 She asked him if he liked it.

Initially, Joyce’s bowel wasn’t filled, and she didn’t have need to use the restroom, but realizing that she couldn’t escape, she suddenly felt pressed.

“Hey, I really wanna use the restroom,” she pleaded.

Two bodyguards led her to a bathroom.

The bodyguard blocked her way. She was left with no choice, hence she lowered her head and went into the bathroom.

At this moment, steady footsteps were heard outside the door. Damien asked in a low voice, “Where is she?” Owned by ch/AP_tërs/FLów_cøm.

“CEO, she’s in the bathroom.”

Damien turned around and went to the bathroom.

Joyce’s heart tensed. She could not be found by him. She needed to hide, but where should she hide? There was a big trash can in this bathroom. It was brand new. It was estimated to have just arrived. She quickly ran over to open the lid of the trash can, then squatted in and closed the lid again.

With a click, the bathroom door opened.

A few bodyguards walked in and started to search the restroom. Damien was behind them. He took out a cigarette from his trousers pocket with one hand and placed it between his lips, then he went on to lit the cigarette.

Joyce squatted in the trash can. She could clearly see the situation outside through the mouth of the bucket.

The bodyguards carefully searched the restroom but found no one. “Sir, I can’t find Miss Brown.” Joyce secretly looked at Damien who was not far away. The bodyguards all retreated behind him. He was smoking a cigarette.

The smoke obscured his handsome face. There was a scarlet flame between two fingers of his right hand.

Joyce shrank in fright and hugged herself tightly. Did he notice her?

Damien’s eyes were like an eagle hovering in the dark night.

“You all go out, I want to pee,” Damien, who had always been elegant and honorable, revealed a bit of playfulness.

“Yes, sir,” everyone withdrew and exited the bathroom.

Joyce, who was hiding in the trash can, breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t notice her, he just wanted to pee.

At this moment, the steady footsteps headed towards her.

“Didn’t he want to pee? Why is he coming here?” Joyce questioned inwardly.

Joyce raised her moving eyes and saw Damien walking over. All she could see were his tight and fit waistline, the black belt, and the chain of his trousers.

Damien placed the cigarette between his fingers on his thin lips, and he reached out and held he liked

black belt. With a click, he pulled the belt away.

Was he going to pee in the trash can?!

Joyce couldn’t believe what was about happening. She wondered if Damien had no morals that he wanted to pee in the trash can.

But on a second thought, Joyce wondered if he did it on purpose.

Now that he was in front of the trash can, she could see his movements clearly. He was really pulling his pants.

“Ah!” Joyce screamed and suddenly stood up from the trash can.

She stretched out her trembling finger and pointed at him, “Damien, you’re changing!” she yelled. With a cigarette in his mouth, Damien knitted his eyebrows and slowly blew the smoke on her face. The smoke choked into her nose and mouth. Joyce frowned. “You know I’m here, yet you want to pee on me!”

How could he have the guts to do such a thing?