Chapter 51
Chapter 51
Damon stood there, hands shoved in the pockets of his suit pants, his icy gaze falling on her sleep–ruffled face.
Chloe felt it was awkward to just stand at the door chatting with him.
Since he was here, it was only polite to invite him in.
Instinctively, she opened the door wider.
Damon’s gaze deepened, the chill between his brows intensifying.
Chloe was confused, not knowing what to do.
He had just randomly showed up here to stare at her?
Damon didn’t respond, leading Chloe’s gaze to drift towards Nate.
Everything happened in a heartbeat.
Nate also sensed something was off; seeing her lips move, he quickly stepped in, taking the two large bags in his hands.
“Miss Chloe, we are…”
.
Nate’s words were cut off as he saw the previously motionless Mr. Harper suddenly stride forward, his eyes glued to her.
Chloe, startled, instinctively backed away.
But Damon was quick; within two steps he was through the door, grabbing her wrist, his large hand gripping her waist tightly, pulling her into his chilly, fragrant arms.
She instinctively struggled, hearing Nate’s muffled “Sir…” outside before the door slammed shut.
Chloe’s body trembled, her struggles ceasing immediately.
Nate touched his nose, the pain making him want to cry.
What the hell just happened?
The two inside the room remained silent for a while, Damon looking down at the woman obediently lying in his arms, her face buried in his chest, her expression hidden. All he could see was her fluffy, naturally scented hair.
This docile behavior, like a frightened kitten, not daring to move a muscle.
Damon’s icy gaze slowly softened, a trace of warmth seeping through.
This woman, she felt good to hold, but she was too skinny.
The girl in his arms stirred, Damon looked down at her.
Chloe tested the waters, feeling it was safe, and managed to extricate herself from Damon’s arms.
Although Damon was somewhat reluctant, he let her go.
Chloe backed up a couple of steps, putting some distance between them.
The usually composed woman looked flustered, tucking her hair behind her ear awkwardly.
“… What are you doing?” Chloe finally asked him after composing herself.
Damon looked down at her.
“Getting lunch with you.”
Chloe paused, remembering their phone conversation.
“Didn’t you say you were busy?”
“Yeah, I’m busy, but I still came.”
His tone was as low and indifferent as usual.
Damon continued to look at her, his gaze intense.
Her loosely worn sleep dress revealed an alluring collarbone; her delicate side profile drew a beautiful curve.
His deep eyes revealed an indescribable emotion.
She had no idea how tempting she was, and Nate saw her like this.
