Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 17 Dress up

"Where'd he go?" I asked.

"Sir is in the study surfing the Internet, go get him." Linda said.

"Again, someone has to go get him, he's really honored life!" I said, but went up to call.

Damon wasn't surfing the Internet, but looking out the window at the falling leaves.

The window in his study had a great view, and it was beautiful to see the autumn scene outside with

the maple leaves sprinkled all over the ground in golden color.

"Let's go out to dinner? I'm ready."

Damon looked back as if he was thinking about something, and then fixed his eyes.

Sofia put on the dress she had prepared, a white gown with small polka dots that brought out her fair

skin, her slender neck like an elegant swan, her hair pulled back into a bun, and a lock that fell down

one side of her neck to her chest.

The saying that people depend on their clothes is true, after a dressing up, she transformed from a cute

and ignorant girl to a woman with seductive power.

"What's wrong? Is it too revealing? Linda chose it for me." I said.

Damon's gaze was so strange, some clothes are like that, looking good on the body may not look

good.

"It's nothing, let's go." Damon turned his eyes away from me, he seemed to have lost his cool just now.

I cocked my head and didn't think anything of it, watching Damon stride ahead and immediately jogging

to catch up with him.

"Can you slow down, I can't keep up with you, I'm not used to wearing these heels!" I yelled from

behind.

I don't know if it's just me, but Damon's ears are red, it's my illusion, right? How can evil people have

red ears?

"I'm ready to go." I said.

Damon teasingly said, "Are you sure? There's one more thing you didn't bring."

My eyes widened as I asked, "You're not going to make me pay for it, are you? I don't have any money

with me, so if I have to pay for it, I'm not going."

I don't know what was going through my head, the Rubinstein family has such a large family fortune

that they would let me pay for it? How could that be!

Seeing that Damon didn't deny it, I was so anxious that I turned around next to Damon, "That's not

true, is it? You're so stingy!"

I beamed my mouth, expressing my dissatisfaction in front of Damon.

"Little carry bag." Damon said as he gazed at the pink bag on the couch.

My cheeks reddened as I took the bag, and Damon got in the car first without being a gentleman at all.

"I don't know if I took the wrong pills last night, but I'll take you to dinner." Damon looked at me and

said.

The look on his face was so ungrateful, he didn't even think about what I had done yesterday!

Help him solve his emotional problems, and also made a delicate little dessert, compared to a meal is

nothing?

But I automatically filtered out the clothes and the money for the meal.

"But you did this. Do you mean I don't know anything and you feel childish for losing your face?"

I clenched my pink fist and secretly thought, if only I could hit this man in front of me right now.

"Besides, Mr.Rubinstein, what were you doing when you were eighteen?" I asked.

"Eighteen, I was researching stocks and the future direction of the company." Damon said.

"Lies, eighteen years old eh! You don't even tell lies." I looked at Damon with contempt.

The other man gave me a bemused look, "Indeed, at eighteen I was in college in California, don't you

think?"

I replied by looking at the car's dash in silence.

After a while, I bored myself and asked, "Where are we going to eat later? Aren't you afraid of a

reporter snapping away?"

"You'll know when you get there, and remember, what you can figure out in your head, I figured out

long before you did." Damon said.

This man is really hateful, the world is his smart!

Proud overbearing man, at a young age, sitting in the first chair of the company.

He has a regular girlfriend and almost no scandals.

Such a man does make people feel unfathomable, perhaps he has a lot of secrets that are not known.

"In two days, your parents will return from vacation, I also called you two days ago, you were not in I

answered, I said you were resting."

"Hmm." Damon nodded, satisfied with this answer from me.

"When they were young, they poured a lot of effort into their careers, and now that they're older, it's

time to play."

I said enviously, "Your parents look pretty in love, that's nice."

"What's wrong? Showing such a yearning expression."

My expression looked like a little girl selling matches yearning for a better world.

"My mom left home when I was very young, leaving me and my dad alone, he rarely came home and

was usually out gambling."

I shrugged, "At that time my biggest wish was for my parents to be reunited, a very small wish that

never came true."

Now I just want to find Mom, but I can't, I don't know if I'm doing well now.

Damon looked at my sad expression and turned the music in the car to something more upbeat.

I seldom show my weakness, and in Damon's opinion, my softness has shrunk deep into my bones

and is hard to explore.

I quickly smiled, "Did we have a painful childhood for each other?"

"Me, did you think you were going to do an emotional show now? We're going to dinner, not an

escape."

Damon said, not only does he not know how to comfort people, he also doesn't know much about the

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He often moved what little goodwill he had managed to build up, out of people's minds raw.

When we arrived at the restaurant, the presence of Damon and I created quite a stir among those

present.

Damon's exposure in the media has been high these past few years, and almost everyone in H City

knows him.

The reason I caught the eye was that Damon had very few female companions around him, and today I

was brought over for dinner.

I was small, with a bit of showiness, and not too old.

With my hair pulled back into a bun that made me look slightly more mature than my age, I asked from

time to time, "Why is everyone looking at us?"

Damon gave me a courtesy smile and led me to the VIP box.

"The media won't expose it, will they? Are they going to expose us with Twitter?" I asked.

"I can guarantee that your secret won't be revealed until you have the baby, and you don't think I have

any authority for what I say?"

Damon said slowly, he was not afraid of anything.

Who would dare to release information in front of him that he didn't want people to know? Probably that

person would smash his job.

I didn't get an explanation from him, and I certainly had a little more concern about what kind of

criticism I would suffer in case the secret came out.

"I probably believe you."

"What do you mean, probably?" Meaning that I believed him only reluctantly?

How is it that in front of me, all he had was frustration and he wanted to teach me a lesson if necessary.

The lesson being the extent to which the Rubinstein family has reached its sphere of influence!

"Okay, I believe you." I said helplessly, these days, even talking is being forced.

The food served was not much, but everything was exquisite, and I excitedly ate a little of each.

"It's really good, how did you find this restaurant?" I asked.

"I was invited by a friend, Tiffany and I both have this mutual friend, and after we met, we had a good

talk, and then everything came naturally." Damon said.

I also wanted to follow Damon's example and eat elegantly, but how I learned, it was hard to look at.

Finally I had to be forced to give up and eat the way I did before.

In fact, this restaurant may not be the best, probably because the memories of the old days are very

good, adding to its added value.

"I, too, have gotten to know you more or less through the week I've spent together." Damon said.

I tilted my head, listening to what he had to say next.

"I have a relationship with Tiffany, as you know. I'm asking you to sign a contract right now."

"What contract?" Sure enough, saying that coming over for dinner was just a pretense, what did he ask

for?

I have nothing left to give!

"After the baby is born, both Tiffany and I will raise it together, and the column of the baby's mother will

be written with Tiffany's name. Also after you leave the Rubinstein family, you will not be allowed to see

the baby in any way, and this baby will have nothing to do with you. That's the whole point of the

contract."

The contract was sent by Tiffany from France, she was worried that after a long time, Sofia couldn't let

go of the baby and would renege.

Anyway, Sofia was still young and only one month pregnant, so now was the best time.

"You mean the baby won't even know that my mommy is me later?"

I instantly felt that these dishes were in my mouth and completely tasteless.

What kind of a man is Damon, and the offer he made was enough to chill my heart very completely!

"Yes, I know you may not understand now, but for you right now, this is the best solution."

Damon Ran went on to add that he knew I would agree because I simply had no choice.

"Since you can't raise the baby and what's in it for him to know you're his mommy, I, for one, want you

to think about it."

I put down my utensils, in a miserable mood, happy to come out to dinner, who knew it would end like

this?

To think that before the baby in my belly was even formed, the baby's father was going to deprive me of

all my rights as a mommy.

It was too cruel, really just surrogate mommy, and Damon's cruelty brought me to a deeper level of

awareness.

"Okay, I agree."

I, for one, this thing tells you not to try to trust anyone!

A man's appearance is not representative of his heart, outwardly he's attentive, but inwardly he's

counting when you've let your guard down!

I agreed so quickly, to Damon's consternation, but within expectation.

He couldn't do the best of both worlds, he could only sacrifice one person, me of course!

"That couldn't be better, Sofia, you're very clever indeed." Damon said as he hooked up a smile.

It's best to use the most business-like method to solve the problem!

Damon watched with satisfaction as I wrote down my name.

I turned around with my bag and left, "You've served your purpose for dinner, can we go now?"