The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 239 - 235

Chapter 239: Chapter 235

"Hmph, seems like you’re getting a kick out of threatening me lately" Damon suddenly sat up, turned towards me, and I held my breath.

He was the one who started threatening me, and I was just fighting back. Nothing wrong with that.

After a minute or two of standoff, Damon picked up my phone. The screen lit up, and there it was the screensaver I had never bothered to change

It was from the winter before our divorce, the night | threatened Damon into building a snowman with me, captured by the surveillance cameras in our yard,

I hadn’t changed the screensaver, not because I couldn’t let go of our relationship, but simply because I liked the scene in the picture. It was a rare moment of intimacy between Damon and me.

"So, you still can’t bring yourself to change huh?" Damon asked me

"It’s just a screensaver," responded calmly, "not changing it only proves that I’ve moved on from you. I don’t need to deliberately avoid my memories."

My reasoning seemed to upset Damon He tossed my phone aside and said, "I don’t agree with that"

Whether he agreed or not was his problem, not mine.

Just as I was deep in thought. Damon suddenly kissed me. He bit my lip intentionally hard enough to make me tear up.

I wanted to fight back, but Damon had pinned my hands, and my injured legs were immobile. I had no choice but to surrender.

Damon’s kiss was fierce and tough, devoid of any tenderness. It was filled with a sense of revenge and punishment. I felt like he was sucking the life out of me. I was sure I would pass out if he didn’t let go.

Finally, he let go of my lips, but his warm breath was still lingering on my neck and chest. I couldn’t help but curte, "You’re such a beast!"

"Really?" Damon paused and had the audacity to reply nearly choking me with his response

"You’re not comfortable at night now, but if you continue to upset me. I won’t mind returning the favor" Damon said shamelessly.

if during my past life, Ariel hadn’t intentionally gotten close to Damon but was forced to, I could now somewhat understand how helpless she must have felt back then

Facing this rich and influential beast, even I was powerless, let alone an ordinary college girl?

I was seething with anger, but I couldn’t risk provoking Damon into doing something outrageous. So, I swallowed my pride

"Would you like to see your father?" Damon released my hands, laid back down, and his voice returned to its normal calm

I was taken aback and remained silent.

Damon raised an eyebrow, "Don’t look at me like that. If you want to see him, just let me know. I can arrange it"

"You tried to speak", but words escaped me.

I really wanted to see my father, but all my attempts had been fruitless. Even Luna and her team had tried to investigate the matter, but as Harry said, someone was purposely suppressing the information, making it difficult to uncover the truth.

I couldn’t figure out who Ariel and Nancy were connected to, but their companies were thriving.

"I have a condition" Damon’s gaze was deep.

"I want you to stay here with me for a month. I guarantee I won’t do anything inappropriate"

My hopes were instantly shattered.

Seeing my disappointment. Damon tried to tempt me, "What about twenty days? Don’t you want to ask your father what happened? Don’t you want to see how he’s doing in prison?"

"Stop!" I interrupted Damon, not wanting to be swayed again. "My father wouldn’t want me to have anything to do with you. My mother is in the hospital because asked for your help."

Damon fell silent, his eyes cold. The atmosphere became tense

Neither of us fell back asleep. As the first light peeked through the thick curtains, Damon got up to freshen up and change.

I called James, can you pick me up at Starlight Estates?"

"Ms Brooks, where did you stay?" James sounded puzzled.

"Starlight Estates, where I used to live. Get a wheelchair before you come," I replied

James wasn’t the talkative type. He hung up and went to do as asked

By the time I hung up. Damon had already come out of the walk-in closet. He was wearing a black coat with a matching sweater vest over a shirt. He looked elegant and dignified, a stark contrast to his actual character.

"Where are the clothes I wore yesterday?" I asked.

"They’ve been sent for laundry. You’re not planning to go to the office in your condition, are you?" Damon glanced at me as he tied his te

I frowned and said, "Then what am I supposed to wear to the office?"

Damon didn’t seem to agree with me going to the office, but he still fetched me a set of clothes in the style I used to wear often.

He placed the clothes next to me. "Need help getting dressed?"

Iresponded coldly. "I can dress myself"

Damon looked at my feet, said nothing, and walked out

It was a struggle to get dressed. Every time I accidentally touched my ankle, the pain made me grit my teeth. If things were as they used to be and my parents were okay, I wouldn’t have to go to work in this state.

As soon as I finished changing. Damon walked in, "Are you ready?"

"You don’t have to wait for me. James is coming to take me to the office," I replied, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"So, you want him to carry you downstairs and outside?" Damon’s expression soured at the thought.

"He can handle it," I nodded

Damon’s face darkened, and he responded angrily. "Just because he can doesn’t mean he should!"

We were still talking when a servant came up to tell Damon that James was waiting outside the gates of Starlight Estates but couldn’t get in

Damon snapped and said, "Let him wait outside!"

The servant left cautiously. I confronted Damon, "Why won’t you let him in? Are you expecting me to get downstairs and into the car by myself?"

Damon came over, picked me up, and started walking out of the bedroom, "Do you think I don’t exist?"

I didn’t say anything because that was exactly what I was thinking.

The staff downstairs were hustling and bustling. They glanced at Damon and me, then quickly looked away, pretending to be oblivious and carrying on with their work

I didn’t have the guts to look at them. I was the one who asked for a divorce, and now here I was, being carried in and out by Damon.

Damon took me to the dining room, "Let’s have breakfast first."

"James is waiting for me, I’m not eating". I refused

"You’re his boss. Waiting on you is his job, so eat first" Damon always looked at things through a capitalist lens, and arguing with him was pointless. I kept my mouth shut and just shot James a text asking him to wait a little longer.