Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Such words he is not qualified to say at all, he still did not hijack Damon's shares, annexed the uncle's company, step by step to today?

To compare cold-blooded, he is better than anyone!

Naive employees were red-eyed, under the call of Carson Marsh, smashing the car windows, fortunately the windows were bulletproof, and did not work for a while.

I shrank back in some fear, "Damon! When are those people you said would come!"

These people are too savage, aren't they? Although there was little damage to the windows, the car began to shake under the crowd's pushing.

"Gasoline! Gasoline!" Carson Marsh let out a hideous laugh as a large bucket of gasoline was poured onto the car, a lighter in his hand.

Now Damon began to stir a little, and he wrapped me in his arms, regretting it as he watched my little face covered in tears.

It was clear that Austin had recently warned him that it was best not to show up in the last few days, but he was still in a bit of a hurry, and the person in his arms was trembling.

I looked at Damon, who was holding him tightly in his arms, and said in horror, "Are we going to die like this?"

My baby... I've wanted to have a healthy baby since that fall... I can't believe Carson Marsh is so sick!

"No, I promise." Damon said, not sure himself.

Hearing his promise brought a warmth into my heart that had just been filled with fear, which made me hug the man tighter.

Sam was so inefficient, wasn't he? This was a time when people's lives were at stake!

Carson Marsh was surrounded by people, excited and full of oil, outlaws!

The riot police had arrived on the scene, the crowd had long since run away, such a frightening scene!

The sprayed water gun washed away part of the crowd, Carson Marsh as if he knew something was wrong, quickly ignited the gasoline.

The fire rose quickly, plus there were too many people on the scene to evacuate for a while, and a large number of police officers kept coming.

No one was sure if there was anyone in the car or not, the car was starting to get hot, and the scariest part was that the car could explode at any moment!

I coughed a few times, while looking at Damon he was not much better, he quickly opened the car door.

Covering my mouth and nose with a handkerchief, he ordered, "We'll be safe! Don't you breathe in the exhaust fumes, follow me behind!"

Only when a life is seriously threatened do I know how powerful this fear is.

And Damon, with whom I usually argued and verbally fought, was shielding my body like a mountain, and my chest was sore and swollen as if I couldn't breathe.

I held my head down around his waist and could only see the feet of the people who kept walking around.

I don't know when I was escorted to safety.

I opened my eyes and realized that the scenery around me was different and that I was already sitting in a helicopter.

I had not yet come out of the panic I had just experienced, and my eyes searched for Damon.

My eyes paused for a few seconds because of the focus before I realized that the man was sitting right in front of me.

"Damon, how are you?" His body was laced with a lot of blood, and the man was in a bit of a mess.

His wretchedness made me unable to smile, the corners of my mouth curved to give him a smile of comfort, and what fell was tears.

"What are you crying for? I didn't cry just now, but now I'm crying, why? You're starting to miss me?" Damon said gangly.

"Don't be ridiculous!" My heart was sore, my hands wiped the tears, the more I wiped, the more I couldn't wipe clean, "I told you I've always had bad luck."

"I don't believe in any bad luck, I, do you phase believe that fate has to bow down before me."

After nearly losing his life just now, Damon still does not lose his confidence, is his confidence too much?

"Whatever you say." Anyway, I don't believe it. I looked down and saw Damon's shirt being scratched in a few places, and it was even harder to feel.

I always wanted Damon to die early, didn't I? But seeing his wounded appearance, my heart was sad.

Never had the worry mixed with sweetness enveloped the heart, I said lightly, "You do not need to protect me."

"I have given promises, including the responsibility of a father that I should take, I can do, you are a woman, women are born to be protected by men."

He took it for granted, but I know how many people have put aside many responsibilities in the face of danger, and he did.

A prejudice in my heart collapsed with it, and I knew that I had developed a new perspective on Damon.

Why is this man so stubborn? He obviously urged him to go to the hospital, but he wouldn't, taking my hand and going home.

It was my first time on a plane, and it was a private plane, so I didn't feel the least bit excited that Damon was still injured.

His arm would occasionally bleed out, and when I wiped it, new blood would come back, so he must have been in a lot of pain.

It was so chaotic, his arm and chest were hit by so many people, and they attacked him like they didn't want to die.

I couldn't do nothing but sit back and watch. I went up and lowered my tone and said, "Doesn't it hurt on you?"

"What do you think? For me, physical trauma is never a problem, it will heal." Damon took me into his arms.

I pressed against his chest, my heart overflowing with sourness, how could Damon be so stupid? Maybe that's another reason why he's popular.

"You don't have to comfort me, I won't do anything even if you get killed." I choked out.

Damon's eyes darkened for a moment, then became normal, and there was a sore, aching feeling all over his body.

I was already in shock and he couldn't stress me out any more, in fact he sometimes hurt so much he wanted to lie down for a while.

"I'm just doing it for duty, I I've said my word and it hasn't been a fizzle any time yet, since I was a kid I've done whatever I said I would do."

Damon's tone was one of promise and pride, and for a moment I felt that this man was powerfully inferior.

As soon as I arrived home with Damon, I was surrounded by the anxious Rubinstein family, and Monica had a distressed look when she saw him in such a mess.

I guess it's not so appropriate to say I'm hard-hearted, I still care about Damon.

"What's going on? You didn't call home after such a big incident, you see your brother and your father are worried sick about you."

Monica said, while turning her face away, and at that second I clearly saw that I had tears in my eyes.

"It's nothing important, it's the price I should pay." Damon said.

Mom still had that cold look, when have I ever genuinely cared about me? When something this big happens, usually Mom would be more distraught.

I brought a towel and wiped Damon down while Austin called the family doctor to get someone to come over right away.

"I'll take him for a post-injury treatment first." I said, and the whole family approved.

I took Damon upstairs to his room, set him up, and hurriedly opened a drawer and pulled out a bottle of iodine.

Placing the iodine on the coffee table in front of him, my eyes flashed Austin front of him and my small hands reached for his coat buttons.

But a button, I got half a day, I would have been more flustered if I saw my cheeks flushed in the mirror.

"Are you waiting for me to bleed out?" The man said as he looked into my eyes, while ripping his shirt open with his hands and throwing it to the floor.

My cheeks flushed and I muttered, "If you knew that, why didn't you do it yourself? Just look at my joke."

But the next moment, I couldn't say anything, Damon's body was filled with large and small bruises to make up for it, making the otherwise sturdy body shocking to the eyes.

Both times I came into physical contact with him, I wasn't in that mood to observe his body, with both new and old bruises.

For a moment my throat was blocked and I couldn't make a sound. I took a cotton ball, dipped it in iodine and disinfected his body.

The coolness of the alcohol made him hiss and immediately I stopped, moving more gently, "How's that? Does it still hurt?"

"It's nothing, you go on." The more Damon said that, the harder it was for me to feel.

I knew that if Damon had left me alone at that moment, he would never have suffered as many injuries as he did, and I would have been a liability.

"How did you get old injuries on your body, when something like this had happened to you before? Or is it just like a Hollywood blockbuster after spending time with me......"

"I said the bigger the company, the more enemies, the more danger, you must not believe it, many people in this world want my life."

He said it so easily, but I think it must be because he has experienced more and he is bashful.

"So you still don't carry a bodyguard with you? How do you mess around?" I asked.

I was choking looking at a bruise on his back, and I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way.

"I need a life of freedom, not a stressful life shrouded by a sense of danger." Damon looked back at me and asked, "How would you know to use that? People your age would just cry when something like this happened."

After asking, Damon felt he didn't need to ask such a question; I'm not like those little women.

"I was bullied a lot as a kid, along with my alcoholic dad when he got called on his debts." I explained.

"I understand you, no one dared to hit me as a kid, but they isolated me and I watched people play all the time, and until now I don't fit in with the crowds."

I painted over all the bruises on his body, and if he hadn't been working out more often, he probably would have collapsed.

"I've got you covered, the family doctor should be here soon, I'll go out and check." I put down the cotton swab and walked out.

Instead, I got a hard push and sat down in Damon's arms, my weight was unsteady and I could only climb on his neck to steady myself, only to see his smile.

It was a smile of triumph, for he was topless, and I could feel his warmth against his body, hot and scorching.

"You don't even have to go, I need you now." Damon said.

"What do you need me for, it's not like I can do anything for you anymore, you should just stay alone, I'll go get you a doctor."

I said in a panic, there was no denying that the close proximity made my heart pound in an unnatural rhythm that continued.

I couldn't fall into the trap he had woven, this man, he had this ability to make people fall in with him, I knew it.

"You can help me reduce the pain." His eyes were like a deep pool of water when he was serious, and I knew I couldn't refuse.