The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 326 - 322

Chapter 326: Chapter 322

"Are you home yet?" Damon asked me as soon as I picked up the phone.

"Just got home. What’s up?" I asked back, a little confused, but I knew deep down that Damon just wanted to see me.

The living room was quiet, and Damon’s voice coming from the other end of the phone sounded incredibly charming, "I miss you. I want to come over."

Even though I had been trying to stay rational, I had been stuck in a rut, struggling now and then. Damon and I were getting closer, and there was nothing hidden between us.

My heart started beating faster when Damon said that. I felt the excitement of our first meeting; a little bit of attention from him would make me incredibly happy.

I took a deep breath to calm myself down, "Forget it. It’s too late. I’m going to take a bath and go to bed."

Damon paused, "Come see me first, then you can take your bath. Anything you want to talk about?"

Actually, there was something I wanted to tell him about what happened tonight; I wanted to hear Damon’s opinion.

I was sure Karen wouldn’t be showing up in front of me anymore. I didn’t believe Ariel would put up with her. She would have certainly found a way to get rid of her.

As if looking for an excuse to see him, I decided to go next door,

Damon was waiting for me in the yard, sitting on a wicker chair, the soft light in the yard casting on him, making him look like a character from a painting.

I must admit, even though I despised that man, I still appreciated his appearance because eyes didn’t lie.

Luna once told me bluntly that I was just attracted by Damon’s handsome appearance.

This statement still applied to me.

"What are you doing standing there? Come here, let me hug you." Damon waved at me when he saw me. His gesture made him seem like a cunning fox.

I should have been more open. But at that moment, I was a bit shy.

I slowly walked over to Damon after closing the door. Just as I was about to sit down, he pulled me into his arms without hesitation. I sat on his lap. His familiar smell of tobacco mixed with my favorite perfume scent made me feel complicated.

Damon looked at my profile, his voice deep and magnetic, "Tonight, you finally defended your reputation, didn’t you?"

"Yeah, my company’s PR department is also dealing with this issue." I nodded, trying to focus on other things.

"I saw. As long as you can clear up some rumors, that’s good. But doing so might negatively affect Scarlett’s parents. They just lost their daughter." Damon said deeply as if testing me.

I cut him off, "What they feel has nothing to do with me. They should have foreseen this when they twisted the truth and blamed me for their pain. Whether it’s Scarlett or her parents, they brought this upon themselves, right?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Damon let out a chuckle full of affection, seemingly satisfied with my attitude. He relaxed his brows and pinched my cheek, "Good, you finally learned to put yourself first. Well done."

I was speechless, feeling like Damon was praising me like a child.

Before I could react, Damon kissed my cheek. His gentle touch took me by surprise. I covered my face and looked at him and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"

"I don’t know. I just feel like kissing you whenever I see you; maybe I’m ’addicted’ to you." Damon sighed helplessly, "I’m just worried that you’ll dump me after you’re done using me, so how about we have a baby soon?"

Damon didn’t know I was infertile, so he brought up that topic naturally. But I felt a pang in my heart, and I couldn’t let him see it.

I forced a smile, "Let’s just let nature take its course when it comes to having a baby."

"I know we should let nature take its course, but we should try when it’s time to try. I’m really jealous seeing other people having kids." Damon’s tone revealed dissatisfaction, "Why could Mitch and his wife have two kids all of a sudden? And he’s even younger than me."

He was jealous of Mitch? I had a headache. I didn’t know how to explain the baby situation to him. My guess was that once I revealed the truth about my physical condition, my relationship with Damon would be over.

I believed he did have feelings for me now, but it was impossible for him to be without offspring.

I guess I was just being selfish. Before my dad got out of prison and before the truth about Joshua’s death came out, I still had to keep Damon in the dark. The only person who knew about my physical condition was Jones.

"We’ll have our own baby one day." I replied, not knowing what else to say.

"So, should we try tonight to make our baby?" Damon hooked my chin and bit my neck gently, "If it’s still not working, maybe I should get a checkup, and maybe I should consider quitting drinking and smoking?"

Hearing him so serious about it, I panicked even more.

I suddenly wanted to avoid him. If I could avoid having sex with him, at least that could be an excuse for not getting pregnant. If Damon knew about my thoughts now, he would have probably gone crazy..

Damon’s hand slipped under my clothes. I felt a chill on my lower body and shivered. I quickly grabbed his hand to stop his next move and said, "I’m not feeling well today. My back hurts."

"Should I be gentle then?" Damon didn’t seem to want to give up.

"Maybe next time. I want to go to bed early." I felt Damon’s hand moving. It looked like he wanted to continue, so I immediately tightened my grip on his hand to stop him.

Damon looked a bit dissatisfied when he felt my resistance. His eyebrows furrowed slightly, "What are you thinking about? You’re deliberately avoiding this. Don’t you want a baby?"

Sometimes, I really thought Damon could be a part-time psychologist or fortune teller. His predictions were too accurate.

"No, actually. I’m feeling a bit under the weather. I just swung by to chat and discuss some things that happened today and get your two cents." I tried to sidestep Damon, but he did something that really got my goat. He grabbed me hard, and I was just about ready to cuss him out.

Damon wrapped his arm around my waist and shamelessly threatened me, "If you dare to leave now, I’m going to follow you home and stick to you like glue until your mom catches on."

"Damon, are you kidding me? You’re using this childish excuse to threaten me?" I couldn’t help but lay it on the line. He was always calm and mature in front of others, but the words he just spat out sounded more like a three-year-old boy.