The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 123 - 121

Chapter 123: Chapter 121

I didn’t respond, only waited until the storm outside had calmed down a bit before gently moving Damon aside. "The balcony door won’t close, could you give it a shot for me?"

Damon nodded and went to check the door.

The rain was still pouring and the wind hadn’t stopped. After Damon finished checking and closing the balcony door, his clothes were completely soaked, and so was his hair. The sound from the storm outside significantly decreased once the door was closed. I handed Damon a dry towel, "Thanks, dry your hair."

Damon took the towel and casually dried his hair. His shirt was mainly wet on the right side, from his shoulder to his lower back. The soaked fabric clung to his body, outlining his muscles that shifted with his movements. I silently pulled my gaze away, assuming that Damon would leave once he finished drying his hair

"Why did you choose to live here?" Damon suddenly asked.

TI’s close to work and also close to Harold’s place" I simply replied.

"But it’s not very safe here and the facilities aren’t great." Damon seemed somewhat dissatisfied with the living conditions.

I was surprised, "Then why did you choose to live here?"

He paused for a moment before giving a small smile, "Same as you, it’s close to work."

Since we had started chatting. I decided to ask a few questions I was curious about. Sitting on the sofa, I asked, "How long is your project here? When are you planning on heading back?"

Damon pondered for a moment before replying calmly, "Not sure. I suppose you’re eager for me to go back, right? Don’t worry, I won’t be a bother?"

I couldn’t help but retort, "You used to say I was the one bothering you"

The atmosphere instantly became awkward, and the air seemed to freeze. I hadn’t intended to bring up the past; the words just slipped out.

Suddenly Damon’s gaze fell onto a small bottle on the coffee table. He reached out to grab it, but I quickly picked it up before he could. He looked puzzled, "What medication are you taking?"

That was the folic acid I was currently taking, I had forgotten to put it away after taking it last night.

I clenched the small bottle in my hand, feeling a bit nervous myself. Then, I attempted to respond calmly, "It’s just some vitamins, prescribed by my doctor. I have a vitamin deficiency"

"Let me see." Damon reached out his hand.

"No need, it’s my business, you don’t need to worry about it." I rejected him.

Damon didn’t believe me, and furrowed his brow, "Eliana, give me the medication."

I got up and started walking towards the bedroom." I’m going to sleep, you should go too. Thanks for your help tonight."

Damon also stood up and followed me. As I tried to close the bedroom door, he blocked it with his hand and I couldn’t close it no matter how hard I tried.

I was getting a bit angry, "Damon, let go!"

"Let me see the medication. I know it’s not vitamins. I want to know about your health" Damon was taller than me, and he looked down at me with a serious expression.

"Why do you care about my health? Let go of me or else don’t blame me for getting rough!" I had no other way to deal with Damon, except with my teeth and nails. Once I finished speaking, I started waving my hands, ready to scratch Damon’s arm.

He reacted very quickly, immediately grabbing my hand, his face darkened, "Are you trying to scratch me again?"

I gritted my teeth and replied, "Then don’t use your strength to bully me."

Damon frowned, "When did I bully you? I’m just concerned about your health."

I replied coldly. "I don’t need your concern. The person you should be concerned about is Ariel."

Mentioning Ariel, Damon’s eyes darkened a bit more. He looked at me for a few seconds before giving a self–mocking smile, "You’re right, go to sleep, I’m leaving"

He let go of his hand, the resistance on the door immediately disappeared. The sound of the front door opening and closing quickly came from the living room. I stood at my bedroom door for a while before letting out a tired sigh and returning to bed to continue sleeping.

Suddenly, my phone started vibrating. It was Jones calling. "Are you scared of being home alone?"

"A little, but I’m ok now" I answered the phone while checking my messages, only to find that he had called three times and sent several messages before.

The background noise was a bit loud on Jones’s end, unlike Damon’s. He said, "I had to rush back to the hospital for something, and as soon as I arrived, it started pouring. If you’re scared, I can come over now"

"No need, your work is more important. I’m fine now and about to go back to sleep" I quickly replied.

"Alright, go back to sleep" Jones’s voice was steady.

Once the call ended, I kept tossing and turning until dawn. In my current state, I really shouldn’t stay up late, but my mind keeps going back to a mix of different things.

I was a bit tired at work the next day, practically forcing myself to concentrate. Harry came to see me. He said that Karen was being transferred back to the development department.

"With her back, your workload will be a lot lighter, Eliana. Your health is more important than work, you know that right?" Harry looked very concerned.

He only knew about Ariel and my relationship, but he didn’t know about the relationship between Karen and Ariel, so it made sense that he agreed to transfer Karen back. Besides, I did need someone to share my workload and Karen was the best choice

"Ok, got it "I nodded

In the afternoon, Karen was transferred. She greeted everyone in the development department with a smile, but it disappeared when the saw me

I didn’t care, ever since I found out about Karen’s identity, I never thought about being friends with her.

Karen’s desk was still next to mine. As she was organizing the documents on her desk, she quietly asked me, "Ariel has already resigned. Are you satisfied now?"

"Satisfied "I purposely showed a smug smile, "Believe it or not, I can find a way to get rid of you too

Karen’s face stiffened, apparently she didn’t expect me to be so arrogant. There was a hint of nervousness in her eyes, it seemned she was worried that I could get rid of her. After all, it wasn’t easy for her to get to where she was now.

"Eliana, you really rely on your family background to do whatever you want. No wonder Ariel said she wanted to break up with Damon and give him back to you" Karen finally responded, her tone full of resentment.

I turned to look at Karen, and upon closer inspection, she did look somewhat similar to Ariel. I felt nothing towards this kind of irony. All I heard was jealousy. I laughed and said, "Yeah, I do rely on my family background to do what I want. If Ariel had a background like mine, she could easily marry Damon. But sadly, she just doesn’t cut it."

Upon hearing this, Karen’s face turned pale as a sheet, as if my words about Ariel’s misfortune were a subtle hint to her as well. Initially, Catherine was also rejected by the Coleman family due to her family background, which was a brutal fact.