The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 447 - 443

Chapter 447: Chapter 443

If it was due to work, I indeed couldn’t ask someone to leave directly, as the stakes were too high.

Moreover, this project also involved Mitch.

"So what should I do? My family’s life will be threatened after he gets out of the hospital." I was getting annoyed, and I threw the question at Damon.

Damon’s answer was nonchalant, "We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it."

I found it amusing, "Aren’t you worried that the lunatic will harm Leo?"

As soon as I mentioned Leo, Damon’s careless attitude changed, and his tone became cold and severe, "If he dares to do so, I’ll make sure he won’t have a place to rest in peace!"

"What about me? I have kids too!" I challenged.

"Don’t you have Jones?" Damon’s words made me understand his meaning instantly. He wouldn’t leave abroad, nor would he stay. away from me. My safety should be Jones’s responsibility.

I didn’t know what I was feeling at this moment, but it was extremely uncomfortable.

Damon cared more about Catherine and Leo’s safety, which I naturally understood. But if my danger was due to him, and he didn’t take responsibility, it would upset me.

"Damon, you really are my curse. Please stay away from me in the future." I didn’t want him to say more and asked him to leave, "You can go now."

Damon didn’t leave.

I ignored him and lay down on the hospital bed. I pulled up the blanket, ready to take a nap.

But I felt a shadow approaching. When I opened my eyes, Damon had stood up. He leaned over, his hands propped up on both sides of my shoulders, creating a sense of entrapment.

I looked at those eyes close to me in astonishment, "Damon, what are you doing?"

"Did Nick touch you anywhere?" Damon’s eyes narrowed. That was a look I recognized. It was dangerous.

"Are you crazy?!" I was both angry and speechless, "What does that have to do with you? Besides, he only ripped my clothes!"

If Nick had succeeded, I would have stabbed him with a knife while Damon was beating him.

Damon seemed to be contemplating something, and I slapped him hard, leaving a clear handprint on his fair face.

He tilted his head, the handprint on his cheek made a striking contrast.

"Alright, then there’s no problem." Damon seemed to have been awakened by my slap. He got up and gently touched the side of his face that had been slapped.

I really didn’t know if there was something wrong with his brain.

However, it was at this moment that Jones’s voice came, cold and deep, "What are you guys doing?"

I looked in astonishment at the entrance of the ward.

Jones had his hands in the pockets of his white coat, and his eyes under the glasses reflected a cold light as he looked at me and Damon.

Had he seen the scene where Damon bent down and wrapped his arms around me?

I suddenly felt as if I had been caught cheating. My face flushed hotly.

"You’re asking what we’re doing?" Damon was indeed a genius at courting death, Not only did he not explain, but he also coldly countered.

"Jones, Damon came to the hospital to handle Nick’s medical expenses, and he also came to check on me. He’s leaving soon." I had to explain, as neither of these two men knew how to express themselves properly. Their conversation was filled with tension.

Jones slowly removed his glasses and put them in his pocket, then walked in and cleared the entrance, "Is that so? Then you can go now, Damon."

Damon scoffed, glanced at me, and then licked the side of his face where the handprint was. Then he left swiftly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. As long as these two men didn’t appear at the same time, I would feel that the world was still pretty good.

The room wasn’t very bright at the moment because I had drawn the curtains, but everything was still clear.

I didn’t want Jones to waste time with me because of Damon, so I immediately changed the subject, "Were Serena and Brandon behaving when you came?"

Jones closed the door of the ward, and if I wasn’t mistaken, he seemed to have locked it. This action made me feel odd and a bit uneasy.

His voice was also very low, "Yes, they were behaving. Norah should be able to handle them."

As he spoke, he came to the side of my bed. Jones with glasses was cool and elegant, and the added charm of his profession as a doctor made him seem aloof yet meticulous.

Without glasses, Jones’s eyes became several times more aggressive. Although not as blatantly dangerous as Damon’s, they gave me a feeling I wasn’t quite used to.

I was looking at Jones standing by the bed in silence, feeling very flustered. We seldom had this kind of feeling, and the room was very quiet for a moment.

Before I could figure out what was going on, Jones had seized my hands. I was unable to move, and his lips kissed mine. Unlike Damon’s faint taste of cigarettes and mint, his was a light lemon flavor.

I was stunned, and even though I tried to break free, I was helpless. Jones usually respected me, but when he got physical, I still didn’t stand a chance.

He gnawed at my lips, gentle but slightly rough. I felt pain several times, but he didn’t give me a chance to protest.

It wasn’t until his hand started to heat up, as if he couldn’t resist some urge, and slipped into my clothes, that I fiercely slapped him.

It was even harder than when I slapped Damon!

With a crisp sound, the slap echoed in the ward, immediately stopping Jones’s next action. He froze, and at this close distance, our eyes met, and the impulse in his eyes seemed to clear up.

I clenched my teeth, my eyes welling up, and glared at Jones.

Seeing me cry, he seemed puzzled. He removed his hand from me and stood by the bed, looking down at me, "Why? I’m better than him, aren’t I? But why are you still entangled with him?"

"Is that what I want?!" I questioned, on the verge of breakdown, "Didn’t I avoid him? Didn’t I move? Didn’t I publicly acknowledge you as my husband to the outside world? All of this was to avoid Damon’s harassment, but it’s useless. Jones, you can’t blame all of this on me. Given the circumstances, only if I die will Damon stop bothering me."

Jones stared at me intently, his lips a vibrant red from our recent kiss, reminiscent of a poisonous poppy.

Tears cascaded down my cheeks. Damon’s actions had already left me feeling unsettled to the core, and Jones’s way of expressing his displeasure was more than I could bear!

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