Devil CEO's Contract Lover

"How do you reduce the pain?"

Seeing my silly question no less than throwing himself at me, he lowered his head and kissed me on the lips, and that was the answer?

I realized I'd been fooled, it was another one of his traps! If usually I would have resisted, however, seeing the bruises on his body, I couldn't do it, forget it, it's not the first time I've been kissed.

I thought of the saying, if you can't help but be forced, just close your eyes and enjoy the pleasure.

Austin, who barged in without knocking, enjoyed the scene.

I can't imagine that the little beauty is so active and sits on Damon's body and wraps her arms around Damon's neck.

Austin hurriedly closed the door and said, "Damon is changing his clothes, let's diagnose it later."

"Damon! You're so obnoxious!" I was so annoyed that I let go of his neck with both arms and stood up, this hateful man!

"What? It's not like he doesn't know where the baby in your belly came from." Damon was so proud of himself.

You deserve to get hurt! I thought, as I cheekily opened the door, ignoring Austin's impish grin.

The truth is, I'm always so easily indulged by him, it's not good to keep going, it's a gamble.

In the end, I will lose badly, because his final choice will be Miss Tiffany.

Looking at the giant picture on the wall, I feel a little sour in my heart, wanting to grab something, but I can't.

It was a strange circle, and if I jumped in, I couldn't turn back. I chose to retreat and kill the feeling that had just bubbled up.

Monica looks at me and asks, "You're not hurt? You're with Damon, and he's hurt so much, do you care?"

I wouldn't be so arrogant as to think that I was really concerned that I was carrying the Rubinstein family's flesh and blood in my belly.

"Yes ...... Damon was the one who shielded me in his arms, I wasn't hurt, I was the one who dragged him down or he wouldn't have been." I wouldn't lie.

"You mean Damon he protected you and you weren't hurt at all?" Monica's eyes became different, what's wrong?

I nodded, the look in Monica's eyes made it impossible to deny.

"Very well, did he ...... say anything to you? About my ...... or ......" I asked, obviously concerned about this.

I spoke with difficulty, "It seems like he has some kind of preconceived notion about you, and I know I'm an outsider and I shouldn't say that."

"That's okay, I want to hear it." Monica wasn't surprised that I said this out loud.

Inside the door the doctor was diagnosing Damon and Monica and I were outside the door.

"He said you were too cold and made him not feel at home. I can tell he's been trying to get your attention."

said, and Monica

when it comes to her

does not look at the surface phenomenon, always feel that there is some misunderstanding between us, and for my

the initiative to call me every time, no matter how

for him a little

the future, if you and Tiffany get along

such things, Damon is Miss Tiffany's, not

door opened, Monica asked,

said, "It's still a bit traumatic, I suggest that you still have to rest from the inside out,

serious?" I asked, just now Damon acted as if it didn't hurt, it was no

tolerance for pain has always been beyond normal, which

doctor, the doctor knew Damon's personality well; he

about how I had pushed Damon when Austin hit me earlier, his brow

in my heart, is he used to this? He

mention much about what happened during

food to Damon, "Damon, you eat more, replenish nutrition, see the little beauty like that, I'm afraid

looked at me, I glared at

you'd better not go out much these days, the heat from the media coverage hasn't gone away yet, and this time we've spent a lot of effort setting things right,

true that the two times I went out with Damon alone, there were special events that made people fall over themselves,

not too strenuous, and every afternoon the doctor would give him two hours of

with disabilities, and we can take down a business

bitterly, he didn't like to talk about business

my room and turned on the TV as a matter of habit. The

Gonzales president Carson Marsh threw gasoline on the street and set himself on fire, signaling the end

picture playing on

my mouth, I wanted to throw up but couldn't, it

the loser, losing everything overnight and extinguishing himself with

saw the scene when he entered, and he couldn't help but frown, grabbed the remote control and

any of this news in the future, your mind can't

you encountered?" I said as I smoothed out

and Carson Marsh, people who used their power to hurt others,

some huskiness to it, "You don't

which he now owns, if economic policy is unstable or if something happens to any important part of

said, finding the thought of people left in

the reality, me, you're a fantasy person, and in a mansion, you can

was too cruel to tell me this, and I had to accept the reality that

of red wine, looked at

home, he often drinks red wine before going to bed to help him sleep, otherwise he

are injured today, or do not drink."

Damon said, lying on the bed, "Do you believe that sometimes I feel like I

my hand in his hand as if to comfort him, always feeling that sometimes Damon's frown always

anyone else, Damon, what do