The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO Chapter 40

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After a long wait in line, it was finally my turn. Jones glanced at and motioned for to sit on the nearby chair, "have a seat." "Alright." I imdiately sat down, but Jones had already called in the next patient. Jones was very focused on his work. Wearing gold-rimd glasses, he had an air of intellectuality. Listening to his interaction with patients, I beca more convinced of one thing: he didn’t need to fight over Ariel with Damon. He deserved a better woman. Why would he put himself in such a ss? About ten minutes later, Jones said to , "You can leave now." I got up and left without asking any questions. I gave Jas a call. Half an hour later, Jas picked up at the entrance of the hospital. After I got in the car, he asked with concern, "Eliana, are you not feeling well?" "My heart is uncomfortable." I replied casually "How did the examination go?" Jas asked again. "Probably due to lack of rest." I perfunctorily replied. Jas nodded, "Then you need to rest more." I really needed to rest more, otherwise the weight I just gained would drop again. My ideal weight was 65 kilos, at least 50 kilos. But now I only weighed 40 kilos and I sighed helplessly. When I returned to Starlight Estates, I asked Cherry to prepare lunch. She seed a bit off. Before she left to prepare the food, she whispered to , "Eliana, Mr. Coleman is upstairs." "When did he co back?" I was a bit surprised. "He ca back last night. He was asking why you weren’t ho. He seed to be in a bad mood." Cherry replied.

"Alright, I got it." I waved my hand, then got up and headed upstairs. Damon was working in the study. His desk was a ss, but he seed unfazed, always effortlessly finding the files he needed. The study was filled with the sll of smoke. He was holding a half-smoked cigarette between his fingers. I coughed twice as the smoke choked . He looked up at from the pile of papers, his eyes cold. "You finally ca back?" Damon put out the cigarette, his voice hard. "Why didn’t you co back last night?" I found it strange. Shouldn’t Damon have gone to find Ariel? "Where do you think I should have gone?" Damon countered. I shook my head, "I don’t know. You carry on with your work. I’m going to take a shower, and then it’s ti for lunch." As I was about to leave the study, Damon spoke again, a hint of jealousy in his tone, "Where did you spend the night last night?" This question made feel a bit guilty. Although there was nothing substantial between Jones and , he took to a hotel after I got drunk and helped keep it a secret from Damon, which made feel like I wasn’t entirely innocent. At the very least, we were in the sa boat. "At a hotel." I murmured. "Alone?" Damon’s eyes darkened further. I nodded, confirming that I was alone in the room. Seeing this, Damon’s expression softened a bit, then he went back to his work, ignoring . Sotis I wonder, was I sent by God to atone for Damon’s sins? Otherwise, how could I have tolerated him for so many years? After leaving the study, I quickly took a shower and then went down for lunch. Damon was already sitting at the dining table. He was eating his food in silence, not waiting for at all. I’m still not used to having als with him alone. The atmosphere was heavy, and we had nothing to say to each other. Then, his phone rang. I took a peek and felt powerless. Why does Ariel always call him when I’m with Damon? If I hadn’t been reborn, I would have suspected that she had installed surveillance on Damon. Ariel was saying sothing excitedly on the phone. I could only hear her voice but couldn’t make out the specific content.

Damon rubbed his temples, his face gloomy, "I told you, if you’re short of money, you can co to . How much do you need? Just tell ." I was montarily dazed, as if I had been brought back to my past life. Back then, Damon asked , "How much money do you need to agree to a divorce? Tell !" Similar words, but completely different anings. Ariel said sothing else, then hung up the phone. Damon tossed his phone aside, clearly having lost his appetite. Cherry was wiping the table in the distance. I’m not sure if she noticed what was happening here. "What did you do?" I asked curiously. "Focus on your food." Damon shot a glance, sounding sowhat disgruntled. "You didn’t get her fired, did you?" I was pretty confident in my guess, "So she called to bla you, right?" This was Damon’s usual way of doing things. As for a female college student, he wouldn’t respect her. Only when he truly fell for her would he genuinely consider for her. At present, he rely saw Ariel as a rare toy he couldn’t get. Damon’s face darkened instantly, "Do you want a complint for knowing well?" I smiled and said, "Not necessary. I just think your way of pursuing her won’t work. I heard she’s an excellent college student. Although her family can’t compare to yours, she’s superior to many ordinary people in so ways. Such girls have strong self-esteem, so they won’t rely on you for money. You might want to consider a different approach to woo her." "You seem to really hope that I can win her over?" Damon’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Haven’t I proposed a divorce to you? I’m serious about it." I looked straight into Damon’s eyes. "Still 2%?" Damon gave a faint smile. "No, 8%." I held up five fingers, my smile bright, "So, deal?"

Damon stared at . Although there was still a smile at the corner of his mouth, I could sense his sarcasm. He looked away, ate a few more bites of the food on his plate, then got up and left. I was torn inside: did he agree or not? After Damon left, Sofia’s call ca in promptly, "Eliana, pack your bags today. We’ll et at the airport tomorrow. I’ve already bought the tickets for you." "Alright. What ti?" I asked. "I’ve sent it to you via WhatsApp. Check it yourself." Sofia replied. After hanging up, I checked WhatsApp and saw that I had to catch a flight early in the morning. A little getaway wouldn’t hurt. I headed upstairs after dinner and packed lightly. Since I had to get up early the next day, I hit the sack pretty early. I didn’t let Damon on my trip to the Maldives, nor did I tell my parents. The next day, I made a beeline for the airport and t up with Sofia and her two mates. "God willing, let there be a romantic encounter waiting for there!" After boarding, Clara lounged in the comfy, spacious seat and murmured a prayer.