The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 162 - 159

Chapter 162: Chapter 159

"You’re good at everything. What’s not good enough for me?" Jones said with a laugh. "Don’t use self– deprecation as a way to reject me"

I sighed inwardly Jones had managed to avoid falling into Ariel’s trap, but it seemed like he was going to get hurt by my stubbornness.

I really wanted the best for him, whenever it was "I don’t want to waste your time, so don’t worry about me. I’m sure there are plenty of women who would love to be with you. Any one of them would be just as good as me, really" I tried to persuade him sincerely.

"Can you give me a chance to prove myself? Two years ago, I was always concerned about Damon it wasn’t until you quietly left for abroad for two years, not even replying to my messages, that I realized that love needs to be fought for and that reason doesn’t always apply. This time, I want to give it my all," Jones was adamant

To be honest, if I hadn’t been hurt by Damon before, I would definitely be moved by Jones now.

Jones’s eyes were full of passion and love for me, unlike the usual cool and aloof him.

I had once loved someone with all my heart, so I knew what that look of love was like. It was something that couldn’t be faked, but how should I respond?

"Jones", I was about to speak.

"Don’t rush to reject me. I stand by what I said earlier. Until you meet the next person you truly love, I won’t give up."

Jones paused, "Eliana, I’ve never confessed my feelings to any woman before. I don’t know what’s considered romantic or passionate, but I will always be by your side. I’m ready to give you everything, anytime you need me"

Even though I didn’t have romantic feelings for Jones, his words touched me deeply

I knew he was serious. He wouldn’t have said such things without careful consideration.

"Can we just let things happen naturally?" I took a step back.

"Okay" A small smile appeared on Jones’s face. He unbuckled his seat belt, "Be careful on your way home."

I nodded my head. After Jones left the car, I turned around and left.

My mind was a whirl of thoughts on the drive back, with Jones’s words echoing in my head.

In my distracted state, I didn’t notice a white car following me until I was about to make a right turn. The white car suddenly accelerated and caught up with me.

"Bang!"

My car was rear–ended, and it was severe. The white car behind me pushed my car off the road with great force, and the brakes were useless.

My car hit a tree. Even though the airbag deployed, I was still injured.

Before I passed out, I saw the front of the white car was dented, and then it quickly left the scene.

Someone called the police, and they arrived quickly to handle the situation.

"Mr. Coleman, those two guys are out. They’re Lewis’s lackeys."

"Lock them up for now."

"Alright."

I vaguely heard Damon talking with someone else. I opened my heavy eyes and saw his figure not far away.

I was in a hospital again, which seemed to be a place I couldn’t avoid.

But why was Damon here?

I moved my mouth slightly and felt some pain on my face, as if it had been slashed by a knife, but my body didn’t feel any discomfort.

Damon didn’t notice that I had woken up. He was standing by the window with his back to me. His white shirt was slightly wrinkled, outlining his perfect figure. He looked like a handsome guy from a comic book.

I have an eye for beauty, and I can separate personal feelings from aesthetic appreciation. I won’t deny Damon’s good looks because of his bad character.

"Mitch, Eliana had a car accident." Damon called Mitch.

He briefly described my condition and asked Mitch to inform my parents, then he hung up the phone.

"Damon, why are you here?" My voice was a bit weak.

"You’re awake?" Hearing my voice, Damon turned around and came to my bedside. The coldness on his face somewhat softened, "Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

I shook my head. The only discomfort I had was my face. It was probably cut by the shattered windshield.

Damon stood by the bed and looked at me. His gaze was a bit cold, even a little strange.

"Your parents should be here soon to take care of you. You need to rest well." After saying that, Damon picked up his coat from the chair and turned to leave. He didn’t answer my question.

It wasn’t until a traffic policeman came to ask me some questions about the car accident that I realized Damon was the one who had brought me to the hospital. He happened to be passing by at the time.

I also learned that the two people who hit me had been bailed by someone, and the investigation was ongoing.

I felt a headache. I had just returned to the country not long ago and was already facing such unfortunate events.

I had heard the name "Lewis". Those two were his henchmen. Did he know that I had saved Joshua in the bar? Or that I had secretly called the police?

After the traffic police left, my phone rang. The shattered screen barely displayed Luna’s name.

"Eliana, are you okay? I’m on my way!" Luna said anxiously.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine. I just have some injuries on my face." I replied.

"How can I not worry? Do you know this car accident might have been intentional? Damon is going nuts. He bailed out those two guys who hit you, I don’t know where he took them Mitch is afraid he might kill them if he gets too violent!" Luna said in one breath.

I was stunned. Damon was the one who bailed those two out?

At that moment, I heard Mitch’s voice from Luna’s end, "Eliana, you need to call Damon and calm him down. He’s not in a good mood right now, and I’m afraid he might overdo it. It’s not a big deal if he

beats them up, but it would be disastrous if he killed somebody"

Was it really that serious? I felt a bit uneasy. Damon had a bad temper and was impulsive, but he wouldn’t repeatedly stand up for me, would he?

After the call ended, I hesitated for a while, but eventually decided to call Damon.

It took three calls before Damon picked up. It was very quiet on his end.

"What’s up?" His voice came out of nowhere, sounding normal.

"No biggie, you home yet?" I casually asked him as an excuse.

"Yep, I’m home. You should hit the hay early too," Damon replied.

I sensed he was about to hang up, so I just spit it out, "Damon, if today’s car crash was a hit on me, I believe the cops will get to the bottom of it and nab the jerk. You don’t need to get involved, you don’t owe me a thing, and I don’t want to owe you either."

Damon went silent for a few seconds, then said, "Alright, I got you."

I finally hung up with a sigh of relief. I really didn’t want him to lift a finger for me, I just wished everyone would be safe and sound, just like familiar strangers.