"I really appreciate your help today, but it’s pretty late, you should head back and get so rest." I didn’t want to kick Damon out, but I truly believed he needed a good rest.
He was in the hospital just a few days ago, so his health wasn’t in any better shape than mine
Damon didn’t agree with , and his eyes turned cold. "You’re always quick to boot out after you’ve used "
"That’s not it, I’m just concerned about your health. How did you get discharged so quickly?" My mind was bursting with family matters, so I had no intention of targeting Damon.
Damon turned sour when I brought up his health, "I’m in top shape. Want to test out?"
He said while looking at with deep intent.
I was baffled. His words stirred up all sorts of weird thoughts. I waved him off, "Nah, save it for soone else."
Damon raised an eyebrow, "Fine by "
We sat in the large living room, the atmosphere gradually quieting down. With my mind filled with worries and the effect of the dication, I couldn’t help
but doze off on the couch.
I intended to send Damon ho before falling asleep, but as I closed my eyes, I saw him already passed out on the opposite couch,
He laid casually on the couch with his lips tightly closed. From my angle, the curve of his Adam’s apple was very attractive
As I watched, I finally dozed off, my last thought was to spend the night on the couch.
I hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days, so I slept soundly. When I woke up, I stared blankly at the ceiling. This wasn’t the ceiling of my bedroom, was it?
I quickly looked around and saw no sign of Damon
My clothes were neat; nothing fell odd. I had taken dication, not alcohol, so nothing out of place should have happened.
Damon probably carried to bed after he woke up.
I got up and changed, preparing to head to the office.
Just as I reached the living room downstairs, I heard noises from the kitchen. Was there a burnt food sll in the air?!
I rushed to the kitchen only to find Damon in my mom’s old apron. His face was smudged black, and he was holding kitchen utensils, looking like a defeated chef.
"Cough, cough..." I choked on the burnt sll as soon as I opened my mouth.
A flash of embarrassnt crossed Damon’s face, "I don’t know how to use your kitchen tools."
I covered my nose and mouth, turned on the exhaust fan, and opened the windows to let the air circulate, then I shooed Damon out of the kitchen.
As for the burnt thing in the pot, I didn’t even look
"Were you trying to burn my house down?" I asked helplessly, "Damon, do you have no self-awareness of your cooking skills?"
Damon calmly found a wet wipe and wiped the black smudges off his face until it was flawless, "I was just trying a new cooking thod, but I hit a little bump".
"Why didn’t you try it at your place? This is too risky!" protested.
Damon scoffed, "Haha, I’m touched by my own actions. I took you to bed last night, got up to make breakfast, and this is what happened"
Okay, he was indeed taking care of , but I didn’t need it.
I sighed, "From last night until now, I do appreciate your help. But I have to head to the office now, so you should go ho."
Damon untied the apron, clearly a bit angry. He threw it on the ground and walked out.
I watched his retreating figure, then looked at the kitchen, deciding to get soone to clean it up when I had ti issue with Harry, and seek support from my uncle’s family to lessen the burden.
Not only did I have to go to the office, but I also needed to discuss my father’s pressure at work.
All in all, tough tasks lay ahead!
"Luna, could you ask Mitch if he can still get in touch with Jones?" I called Luna when I got to the office.
Luna replied, "Hold on"
Two minutes later, she said, "Jones’s phone is off. Eliana, you can’t reach him?"
My heart sank, and I felt a pang of discomfort. I asked Mitch to help check on Jones’s situation.
"Alright, I’ll go check for you, but now that his parents know I’m married to Mitch," I don’t know if they’ll trust . Mitch readily agreed to pay the Smith family a visit after hearing out.
He was not only going to get clues from Jones, but also check on his current situation.
After Mitch went to the Smith family, I anxiously waited for his feedback.
Mitch didn’t call back until the evening. The result was disappointing
"Eliana, Jones’s dad blocked . He said Jones wasn’t ho and wouldn’t be back for a while." Mitch sounded puzzled.
I was almost certain that it was Jones’s parents interfering. With my father in trouble and possibly not being able to recover, the Smith family would dislike even more now.
After hanging up, I sat alone for a long ti, my mind was in a ss.
After who knew how long, my phone rang again. An unfamiliar number made alert
I answered the call and heard Ariel’s voice, "Eliana, how’s it been recently? Having fun? Surprised?"
"Ariel, don’t be so despicable!" I gripped the phone, trying to control my urge to curse.
"Where am I despicable? Because of you, Damon and I broke up! Even Catherine, who’s dead, was bad mouthed, isn’t this your retribution?" Ariel coldly retorted
"Aren’t you aweso? Doesn’t Damon want to get back with you? Don’t you have many friends? Let them help you. I said I would make you pay! Now’s the ti!"
Ariel hung up after speaking. I was seething with anger, but I had nowhere to vent it.
The living room beca quiet again, but I couldn’t calm down. It wasn’t until the doorbell rang that I managed to compose myself and went to open the door
To my surprise, it was Harry who had flown back from abroad. He looked extrely tired and anxious, "Eliana, your dad still hasn’t co back?" "Harry, why did you fly back? Co in!" I quickly opened the door for Harry to co in.
I poured Harry a glass of water and then started to chat with him about my dad. The phone call didn’t quite cut it, nothing beat a good old face-to-face talk for this kinda stuff.
The next day, as I was heading out for work, I bumped into Damon, I gave him a nod, just to say hi.
But he said, "When are you knocking off? I’ll get my housekeeper to give your kitchen a good scrub. If anything’s busted, I’ll sort it out."
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