Chapter 112
His voice had a hint of huskiness and a nasaltwang, and his eyes were a bit glazed.
In all honesty, he had looked at her several times. Each time, he thought she was dozing off, but soon enough, she would fight off the sleepiness and open her eyes, staring blankly at the alarm clock at his bedside, then stealing a glance at him.
He didn’t understand why she was fighting it so hard, but now, it seemed he did.
This woman.
He put down the documents, picked up a glass of water, and swallowed the medication under her watchful eyes.
Chloe ran her fingers through her hair, “Are you sure you don’t want to catch some sleep? Honestly, pushing yourself to work right now is not as good as getting better first. You’d be more efficient then.”
Over the years, working while sick had become a habit of hers.
“It’s okay Just a bit more work to finish. If I don’t get it done, I’ll be on edge.”
The guy had OCD
She sighed and retreated back to the couch.
Damon raised an eyebrow; she was being quite obedient.
By the time Damon finished reviewing the last document and looked up, she had dozed off for a while on the couch.
She was lying sideways, her head resting on her arm, facing him.
Her body was slightly curled up, and legs tucked in. The position causing her nightdress to ride up, revealing her pale legs.
Damon’s gaze darkened a bit, as he rubbed his temples.
This woman had no hidden agendas.
He walked over, bending over to look at her. Her hair was covering most of her face, and her skin was pale, clean, and pretty.
He couldn’t understand why Lance would let go of a woman like her.
Just her looks alone set her head and shoulders above other women.
Not to mention, she was such a cute girl.
He raised an eyebrow slightly, perhaps it was a good thing that Lance let her go.
Otherwise, he would have to spend time snatching her from him.
He wrapped one arm around her neck and the other around her knees, gently lifting her.
Her breaths were a bit heavy from being sick. Damon bent down to lay her on the bed, her lips brushing lightly against his cheek.
He paused for a moment, looking at her, but she was deep in sleep.
She probably only lets her guard down like this when she’s sick.
Her breath smelled sweet; Damon kissed her lips.
It was a passionate kiss.
Perhaps it was a good thing that she didn’t get better instantly.
When Chloe opened her eyes again, two hours had passed.
She was a bit bewildered to find herself in bed.
She remembered being on the couch before she fell asleep.
She looked to the side. Damon was leaning against the couch, with his eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
Her heart was a bit unstable.
Sometimes, she really couldn’t figure this man out.
At times, he could be so dominant that it left no room for others to resist, like a
graceful powerhouse.
Other times, he could be as humble and polite as a gentleman, giving people enough space and a sense of security.
But it was precisely his complexity and unpredictability that made him win people over so easily.
*Are you up?”
Damon’s voice came before his gaze, as he slowly opened his eyes.
Chloe slowly sat up in bed.
She took a deep breath, feeling that t
his illness didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.
“Sorry for hogging your bed.”
“No worries, it’s gonna be yours sooner or later.”
