The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 88 - 87

Chapter 88: Chapter 87

I had a great snooze that night, and when I woke up, I was still in Damon’s arms. He was still asleep. I carefully crawled out of bed, not to wake him. His clothes were on the chair. I took a sniff, and yup, they smelled like booze. He must have had quite a few last night. My phone started to vibrate. It was my dad, again. I sighed and walked out of the bedroom to take the call. "Eliana, when are you and Damon coming over? We’ve already got the groceries. Your mom says she’s going to cook today!" My dad sounded super excited. "Dad, Damon and I might not be able to make it today..." I hated to let him down. It was rare for him to look forward to our visits this much. But Damon had to go to the Chemical Plant today. It was pretty hectic over there, so he often had to check up on things. My dad was clearly disappointed when he heard this, "Why? Didn’t you tell him? Or he just doesn’t want to come?" When we first got married, my parents often invited us over for meals, but Damon always politely declined. He only visited on my parents’ birthdays or holidays. Over time, my parents got the hint and stopped inviting us. Their impression of Damon got worse and worse. Just as I was about to make up an excuse about work, my phone was snatched out of my hands. I turned around in surprise and found Damon awake. He took my phone and told my dad, "We’ll be there soon." My dad hung up, satisfied with Damon’s reply. Damon handed me my phone. Seeing my stunned look, he chuckled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

"Aren’t you supposed to go to the Chemical Plant?" I asked, taking back my phone. "I can go in the afternoon," Damon replied while putting on a navy blue crew-neck sweater. His broad shoulders made the sweater look really good. He paired it with some black pants, a casual look. Well, that’s a relief. At least I won’t be bothered by my dad’s calls anymore. After freshening up and getting dressed, I headed downstairs. Damon drove me home. When we arrived, my parents were unusually warm towards Damon. They greeted him with wide smiles. Damon had helped them out big time when their decades-long marriage was under threat, and they were grateful. Such a harmonious atmosphere was the first time for me, but it felt really good. Just as we were about to have lunch, I got a call from Cherry, "Ms. Eliana, my relative who studies traditional medicine, said he has a special medicine that’s really effective for promoting pregnancy. Do you still need it?" Cherry was really enthusiastic. I glanced at Damon. He was busy looking at his phone, probably texting someone. "Great. Could you keep it for me? I’ll come and get it in a few days, okay?" I said, in a low voice. "No problem. I’ll send you the address," Cherry replied. Soon I got the address to Ariel’s place. I locked my phone screen, keeping a straight face. After lunch, Damon told my parents he had to go to the Chemical Plant for work. They understood his situation and didn’t insist on him staying. I decided to stay at home for a few days, so I didn’t leave with Damon. After Damon left, my dad invited a few friends to go fishing by the river, seemingly undeterred by the cold. Meanwhile, my mom and I stayed home and watched TV. She asked, "I feel like Damon has changed. Have you guys been getting along better recently?" I thought for a bit and replied, "Kind of, I guess." I mean, we did have sex a few times. Does that count as getting along better? She said, "Maybe he’s slowly discovering your good points and starting to cherish you. You’ve loved him for so many years. It’s about time you got some reciprocation." I knew my mom was always

worried about me. I was lying on the couch watching TV, and responded with a smile, "Maybe." I didn’t want to tell her about Ariel, nor the real situation between Damon and me. I’ll tell her after the divorce. Listening to her talking, I drifted off to sleep. When I woke up, I found a blanket covering me. My mom was tending to her plants. I looked at the soft sunlight streaming through the window, feeling calm. I stayed at home for almost a week this time. Life at home was always leisurely. Sometimes I accompanied my mom to her company. At home, she was a gentle wife and mother, but at work, she was a tough lady boss. During this time, my health completely recovered. I felt much better mentally too. On a sunny day, I drove to Ariel’s place. She probably had no idea I was coming, or she would’ve contacted me earlier. Seeing Cherry, I greeted her with a smile, "Cherry!" Cherry was cleaning. Seeing me, she was surprised, then greeted me warmly, "Ms. Eliana, welcome! Please, come in!" I walked into the living room. It was an old neighborhood. Not only was the exterior of these apartments old, but the decor inside was also vintage. The apartment was about 80 square meters in size. Cherry kept her place tidy. She gestured for me to sit on the couch and poured me a glass of water. Dean came out of the bedroom upon hearing the noise, joyfully saying. Did Ariel bring her boyfriend over?" Seeing me, he paused, then greeted me with a smile, "Oh, it’s Ms. Eliana. Ariel told us she was bringing her boyfriend over for dinner today, so I thought it was them." Ariel’s boyfriend? Was she planning on bringing Damon here for dinner? So ridiculous! Nell wouldn’t sign the divorce papers, but was ready to meet her parents as her

boyfriend. Cherry said, "Well, Ms. Eliana can also give us some advice. We heard her boyfriend is almost thirty. We think he might be a bit older for Ariel, but Ariel is stubborn. We’ll just wait and see" Saying this, she brought over a plate of washed fruit. I replied with a smile, "Sure" Might as well drop the bomb today and tell them the truth. I continued to make small talk with Cherry and Dean, but I was paying more attention to the noise outside the door. After a while, I heard footsteps approaching, followed by the sound of a door opening. "They’re back!" Cherry was very excited I was on edge too, my eyes glued to the slowly opening door. But when their figures appeared, I practically jumped out of my skin. Following Ariel was a man, about thirty-something, dressed all mature and looking not too shabby But he wasn’t Damon. "Eliana?" Ariel looked just as surprised as me to see me.