The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 466 - 462

Chapter 466: Chapter 462

I couldn’t sleep after the shock. I tossed and turned in bed. And I didn’t even consider telling Jones about this or seeking comfort from him.

Just then, I heard some noise in the living room again. My heart tightened in fear. I was traumatized!

"Eliana, come out," Damon’s deep voice commanded from outside my bedroom.

My jaw dropped. How did Damon get in?

Sure, he knew the front gate code to enter the yard, but I was certain I had locked the living room door.

I swiftly rose to open the door, and there he was, standing right outside.

"How did you get in?" The thought of a murderer sneaking into my house had spooked me, and now I was wary even of Damon.

Damon turned and made his way towards the living room. Puzzled, I trailed behind him only to find the living room door wide open, bathing the room in a silvery moonlight.

He was still in his bloody clothes, looking oddly sophisticated yet freakish, especially with the way he was peering at the door. It made me inexplicably nervous.

"Did it scare you silly?" Damon finally broke the silence, "Why didn’t you lock the door?"

I was taken aback. Had I forgotten to lock the living room door when I went to the bedroom?

Perhaps the events of the night had shaken me too much, leaving my mind in chaos.

I stammered, "Um... I forgot. How’s Daisy? Is it okay?"

"It’s still at the vet. It’ll have to stay for a while but luckily, its thick fur protected its vital organs," Damon replied, then looked at me and asked, "Are you sure you’re not hurt?"

I nodded. I wasn’t injured, just mentally and emotionally overwhelmed.

Suddenly, something caught my eye. The blood on Damon’s left forearm seemed thicker, the sleeve of his shirt clinging to it. It looked like he’d been hurt.

My heart clenched. "You’re hurt. Your arm..."

I pointed at Damon’s left arm.

Damon lifted his arm to examine it. Upon seeing his wound, he frowned but didn’t seem overly concerned. "Hmm, he got me good, but can handle it."

"Are you crazy? After you dropped off Daisy, you should’ve gone to the hospital. You’ve lost a lot of blood and what if the wound gets infected?" I was getting frustrated, whether from seeing all the blood or worrying about Damon’s injury.

Damon seemed amused at my concern, his eyebrow arching. Despite his injury, he seemed in good spirits. "Are you worried about me?"

"Of course I am! You got hurt saving me, Damon. Can you please act like an adult and get your wound treated at the hospital?" I was exasperated. He was being incredibly childish.

Damon let out a soft grunt, leaning back on the couch, his hands hanging loosely by his sides. He looked tired, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips, "Is it too much to ask for you to admit you’re worried about me?"

With that, he let out a sigh and closed his eyes I wasn’t sure if he was just resting or if he had really passed out.

"Damon?" I called out.

He didn’t respond, his face growing paler. My heart pounded. Could he be dying?

"Damon? Are you asleep?" I asked louder, but still, he didn’t answer.

I began to panic. I wasn’t a doctor. I didn’t know if a wound there could be life-threatening.

I walked over to him and gently nudged him, "Damon, are you okay?"

He still didn’t respond. He looked like... a corpse.

Shaking, I reached out to check his breath.

Just as I was about to touch him, he suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of mischief in them. He grabbed my wrist, and with no warning, I fell onto the couch, onto him.

His other arm wrapped around my waist, and I ended up sprawled on his chest, his eyes smoldering as they met mine.

Startled, I tried to get up, but his grip tightened, pinning me down.

"Worried I might be dead?" His face was still pale, making his smirk appear all the more sinister. "Technically, it would be better if I died, then no one would bother you anymore."

"Are you out of your mind?" I was more embarrassed than angry as I shouted, "Let go of me. Let me up!"

"I won’t. I got hurt saving you, so shouldn’t you be responsible?" Damon played the victim.

I tried to squirm away, but Damon let out a pained grunt, "If you move, my wound will open up again. It had just stopped bleeding."

With no choice, I stopped struggling. Damon’s antics had me on edge. I said, "You know your injury is serious, why won’t you go to the hospital? I’m not a doctor, how am I supposed to help? You should let

Catherine take care of this, she’s a pro and can make sure you won’t even have a scar!"

"Are you jealous?" Damon seemed to have lost his logic.

"Jealous of what, Damon? Did you hurt your brain along with your arm?" I was flabbergasted by his absurdity.

Before I could react, Damon kissed me on the lips, swift and light.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense. I was taken aback, our faces so close that our breaths mixed.

Damon’s gaze was intense, a torrent of unspeakable desire evident, even though he was injured and hadn’t received any treatment.

What was this man thinking?

I sensed something was wrong and immediately tried to get up again.

This time, Damon didn’t stop me, but as I was about to rise, I lost my balance.

"Ugh!"

Damon let out a pained grunt and clutched his thigh.

I quickly stepped back, apologizing, "I’m sorry, didn’t mean to."

"Eliana, are you trying to kill me?" Damon gasped, his already pale face turning ashen.

"I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?" I couldn’t help but glance at Damon’s injured area. It was definitely a critical hit.

Damon propped himself up, gritting his teeth as he asked me, "Well, what do you think? Do I look alright to you now?"

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