Devil CEO's Contract Lover

"What are you doing?" I was angry at having my sleep disturbed.

"I'm bored working alone, you can watch me work or keep your eyes open, no sleeping." Damon said tuggingly.

"What are you talking about? Are you still letting people live? You can't even sleep?" I yelled.

"Then if you're sleepy, you can talk to me and ask me anything you want."

Why is Damon so kind today? It's funny.

"You told me to ask, oh well, let me ask you, what kind of person did Drew tell you to find?" I asked him with a wink of curiosity.

I was kind enough to ask a question, and the first thing I actually asked was news about Drew, so could it be that I was interested in him?

"I can't answer that question." Damon said with a cold face.

"See see see, I knew you were telling lies, before I asked you, you made excuses." I said.

"Then give me a reason why you asked that question." Damon said, "Could it be that you have something against him and knowing that his company is similar to mine and comparable in strength, you are starting to get your heart set on it?"

"You're talking nonsense! You're infuriating eh!" I punched him in the chest, "I just learned his name today, where am I interested in him, I'm just interested in his beloved one."

"That's still not interested in him?" Damon, there is no need for this person to communicate further! The language doesn't work!

"Forget it, say what you like." I shrink back in frustration, sometimes he's just unbelievable!

Thinking I was probably telling the truth, and besides Drew is so determined to his beloved that he shouldn't be looking at me.

"The guy he likes is just a junior clerk who messed him up at the company tailgate, and then one thing led to another, and what happened I don't know, and it seems to have taken his seed away." "? I can't believe that's the story? I thought Drew was into classy, generous women."

"Damn, how I feel like I'm becoming gossipy under your guidance, well you know what I've said, this topic is suspended!"

I nodded in his arms, nothing more questions to ask for now.

"When will you be done with work?" I asked.

"Is that your second question?" Damon was frustrated with my question.

"You can ask any question you say, including this one, right?" I said.

"Since you want my work done so badly, you can end it now." Damon said.

He didn't want to show the real reason for leaving work early, the slightest movement of me in his arms would tickle his desire.

His own reaction was so strong that he couldn't continue to ignore it and had to put his work down.

"That's great." I broke away from Damon's arms and left that warm harbor, a little lost.

Damon took me downstairs to my car, the route wasn't the same one home.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"To take you to a doctor's appointment, which I had made earlier." Damon said.

Take me to the doctor? What can a doctor do for a congenital heart defect? Wait a minute! He didn't want me to abort the baby, did he?

My heart suddenly went cold at the thought, "Damon, what are you taking me to the doctor for?"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just taking you to an authoritative cardiologist to reconfirm your risk level of pregnancy and childbirth." Damon explained, looking at me with a protective look, it was kinda heartbreaking, my power is too weak yet great.

"Oh." I replied, my suspicions weren't for, the last time I signed a contract, I still remember that.

My guard was up all the way, and Damon had no way to get me to relax, and could only heartily try not to touch my emotions.

When we arrived at Dr. Pete's location, I was given a fetal exam and some detailed information about my heart condition.

After the examination, Dr. Pitt took off his eyes and said, "There are a total of four levels of congenital heart disease depending on the severity, level one and two are not very dangerous to have children, level three and four cannot be pregnant in principle, and level three patients need to cooperate with their doctors. Grade IV absolutely cannot be pregnant and a pregnancy found must be terminated." Damon stepped forward and asked, "So what level is my case?"

Dr. Pete said, "My case should be level three, you have to cooperate well with the doctor, get enough sleep every day, no physical activity, some details, I still have to observe carefully, make an appointment with me before coming."

Damon asked again, "And what exactly is the level of danger? Will childbirth be life-threatening?"

"That's a question I don't think I'll have a visual answer to until a few months from now, and I can't be unsure right now." Dr. Pitt said.

I didn't understand much of the foreign language, and since this doctor was talking all the technical terms, I asked worriedly, "Will the baby be healthy?"

This is the conditioned reflex of being a mother, the first question is not about your own safety, but the child's.

"Don't worry yet, the doctor said it's

still a little early to know, you'll probably know something in two of three months, your situation hasn't stabilized yet, the first three months are the most critical time." Damon said.

UMS

"Oh, so does the doctor have anything for me to watch out for?" I asked.

"Don't engage in physical labor, and get enough sleep, at least the doctor said you are not a grade 4

congenital heart disease, if you are a grade 4, you can't get pregnant if you are a grade 3, you have to cooperate well with the doctor, do you hear me?"

Although I usually always talk back or don't take Damon's words seriously, I can't help but take it seriously when it comes to the baby. Besides, I wanted to live to see my baby grow up healthy, and I would feel relieved no matter where I was in the world.

Damon and I left the hospital and went home, and on the way they had different thoughts.

I vowed that I would give up my feelings if God would let my baby be born safely.

It's not easy to start a relationship that simply can't make it to the other side under the storm, so let's give up now......

Damon entered the door, faintly felt that today's situation is a little strange.

Before he could open his mouth to ask Austin, who was not looking too good, he was pounced on, "Damon! I missed you! I'm back!"

I was dumbfounded behind Damon, didn't I say I wouldn't be back until next month? How come I'm back now?

"Didn't you say you'd be back next month?" Seeing Tiffany suddenly come back, he was also surprised and hugged me back.

"I wanted to give you a surprise, didn't I? It would have been pointless if I had told you before." Tiffany said poutingly.

"! Is this me? She's so cute and so young, she's like a little loli next to you." Tiffany squeezed my little hand, "Hello, Austin called you a little beauty, I'll call you a little beauty too!"

I could only pull back a smile, not knowing how to face this awkward scene.

"Hey! Why are you stealing my exclusive title, I don't want to share it with you, you might as well call me me." Austin muttered.

Tiffany's happy face turned a little darker when she heard him say that and I froze there.

"Austin! Don't treat Tiffany like that, I'm innocent, if you keep doing that, I'm going to ignore you." Damon said.

Austin hummed out of his throat, patted the seat next to him, and said, "Come here, little beauty, sit here with me."

This gave me a break, I gave him a grateful look and went to sit next to Austin.

And then froze, for a long time, while Tiffany was talking excitedly with Damon about a whole bunch of stuff, and Damon was also interested.

I couldn't imagine that so soon, in a short time, he and I seemed like passersby, and I tingled inside.

"Damon, this is a gift I brought you, it's a new suit I designed, the master was very complimentary about this piece of mine."

Tiffany's long hands picked up a beautifully wrapped gift and brought it to Damon's hands.

"Really? I'd like to see it." He smiled, unfolded the gift, and looked at it carefully, "Not bad, it's an improvement."

"Is that all? Tiffany said disgruntled, I'm about 5'7", with long chestnut curls on my shoulders, wearing a sheath dress, showing my slender hands, slender and charming, and then look at me, full of little family.

"You don't like lies, and you can't be happy if I tell them, so why should I?" Damon said.

With Tiffany, he was always gentle enough to almost melt away.

Monica and Wesley Rubinstein treated Tiffany coldly, seeing the man but not saying a word.

And Austin's hostility is even greater, he has long said that he does not like this woman to ignore Damon's feelings for the sake of his career.

"I knew you were greasy and trying to make me happy." Tiffany smiled weakly.

Seeing the two of them here, I wanted to leave immediately, but I couldn't.

If I left, Tiffany would know I was jealous, and Damon would show his displeasure with me.

I wasn't that capricious, and I had been prepared for Damon's attitude for a long time.

But when this moment really came, I still couldn't help but feel the pain in my heart, which I had asked for and couldn't blame anyone else.

"Damon, is it really okay for you to put me aside and ignore me? I think I'm a cute kid." Tiffany laughed.

Damon said, "A child indeed, irritatingly stubborn."

Tiffany smiled and pretended to be unhappy, "Damon, people are still in their adolescence after all, it's not good for you to talk about my flaws in front of others like this, right?"

"What's wrong with that? This is the truth, isn't it?" Damon smiled and put his hand on Tiffany's hand.

I said coldly, "Yes, that's how you like it, never putting my rights in perspective."

A moment ago he was expressing his concern and worry for me in the hospital, and now he turned his tenderness on another woman in an instant.