The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 87 - 86

Chapter 87: Chapter 86

When it comes to Ariel, Damon seems to lose some of his steam. "You say she’s not stingy, but no woman is generous in love, unless she doesn’t really love you." I continued to persuade him, "Do you really want to see her suffer? What would she do if she knew you had sex with me?" His eyes started to clear up, like he was seriously considering my words. Just as I let out a sigh of relief, he kissed me again, as if everything I just said was nonsense. What a fool I was, discussing morals with such a jerk? God knows when we finally stopped. My eyes were barely able to stay open, while Damon was still raring to go. Slurring from exhaustion, I mumbled, "Let me sleep. I just got out of the hospital..." The hand that had been wandering over my body stopped. Damon held me from behind, still and quiet. Just before I drifted off, I felt him kiss my shoulder. The consequence of such intimacy right after getting out of the hospital was a headache the next morning. When I woke up, Damon was already gone from the room. The air was still heavy with an indescribable smell. I couldn’t help but groan, feeling even more uncomfortable. Adhering to the "health comes first" principle, I skipped breakfast and had James take me to the hospital for a check-up. What a coincidence, it was Jones again. "Blood pressure check. Roll up your sleeve." He acted like he didn’t know me, his voice indifferent. I hesitated for a moment, took off my thick coat, and accidentally yanked off my scarf too. I quickly grabbed my scarf and wrapped it back around my neck, but Jones’s gaze had already changed. He was staring at my neck.

It was covered in bite marks from Damon last night. I rolled up the sleeve of my shirt and placed my arm on the table, awkwardly saying, "Go ahead." I don’t know if it was just my imagination, but I felt Jones’s gaze turn even colder. He picked up the blood pressure cuff, one hand gripping my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. I almost thought he was trying to break my hand. Everything was done in silence. After the blood pressure check, Jones ruled out the possibility that my headache was due to blood pressure abnormalities. Then he coldly asked me a few questions, gave me a list of tests, and sent me off to do them. The final result was that I had been drinking and hadn’t rested well, which had worsened my injury which is not fully recovered. "Going out drinking the day you’re discharged, you’ve got quite the nerve." Jones took off his mask, his facial expression was frosty. His originally aloof expression now looked like the frozen ice on the surface of the North Pole. "A friend came back, so..." I felt guilty. I really shouldn’t have been drinking yesterday. "Nicholas?" Jones obviously knew him too. I nodded. Then he dropped a bombshell, "Are those hickeys on your neck from him?" I was startled, "Dr. Jones, you can’t just say things like that." "So it’s Damon." This time it was a statement, not a question. "Why are you asking this? I’m here for a check-up..." I was quite troubled. Jones paused, seeming to realize his words were inappropriate. In the end, he found the right words as a doctor, "If you don’t want to be hospitalized again, get some rest, no smoking, no drinking, and no sex. I’ll prescribe some medication for you. Make sure to take it on time." Ten minutes later, I had my medicine, and James dutifully drove me home. Once we got home, I didn’t get out of the car right away, but asked James, "You’ve been away from home for the past two years, right?" "Yes, madam." James replied,

"You should go back this year. I’ll give you a bonus vacation, and you can leave tomorrow and come back at the end of January." I said. "Madam, this... James was clearly taken aback. I was afraid he might misunderstand, so I quickly explained, "I’m not trying to fire you. Like I said, you need to come back at the end of January. You can drive this car back then. Just pay for the gas yourself." I got out of the car after saying that, not giving James a chance to say more. In times of adversity, true colors show. During my past life, it was James who stayed with me till the end. Although he couldn’t help me much, he always did his duty as a driver. He even took care of me for a few days when I was in the hospital. I knew how he felt about me, but because of our social status difference, he never expressed it. If I remember correctly, during my past life, his father passed away from a brain hemorrhage at the beginning of this year. Because they didn’t have a car, they couldn’t get him to the hospital in time, so he didn’t make it. I hope this time he can save his father. I had just gotten home and finished eating when my dad called. We chatted for a bit, and then he asked, "Did you talk to Damon about coming home for dinner? Did you forget?" I really did forget! "He’s really busy these days, as you know I’ll talk to him in the next couple of days."I fobbed him off. So you better tell him sooner rather than later. Tomorrow! Bring him home tomorrow. It’s settled!" Ever since Damon saved his reputation, his attitude towards Damon had completely changed. Looking at the ended call, I felt a headache coming on. After hesitating for a few minutes, I dialed Damon’s number. After a few rings, he picked up, but the background noise was loud with the sounds of men drinking and chatting. Clearly, he was at a dinner party. "Are you busy right now? If you are, I can text you" I asked

"No, I’m not. Go ahead Damon’s voice was clear among the noise. "Do you have time tomorrow?" I decided to ask about his schedule first. Ned was silent for a moment, and then said, "I have to go to the Chemical Plant." He really was busy. After a few seconds of silence, I decided to give up, "Okay, I see. It’s nothing important, I was just asking ""Okay" He hung up. I let out a sigh. My relationship with Damon is a bit awkward right now. If I bring him home for dinner, it will only make things more awkward. If the relationship between him and my dad improves, it will be even harder to divorce in the future. But how am I supposed to refuse my father? If I say Damon is too busy to go, he’ll definitely think it’s just an excuse. He won’t believe we can’t even spare the time for a meal. In a series of thoughts, I remembered Jones telling me to get some sleep, so I really did. I have no idea when Damon got back. Somewhere between dream and reality, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me from behind, and then I was wide awake "Damon?’ I called out. "Mm," his voice had a hint of sleepiness to it, "Just keep snoozing." I could hear his steady breathing in my ear. He seemed to have dozed off right after saying that. I felt a bit weird inside my heart. This position looked like something a lovey-dovey couple would do, but Damon and I weren’t like that. His embrace was warm. I hesitated for a moment, and then snuggled in closer to him.

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