CEO's Office.
Seeing Damon Hawke take out the ointment from the medical box to apply to her burn, Elara Don felt completely uneasy.
The scene from the party still lingered in her mind.
This guy is really a rogue!
"Mr. Hawke, I can do it myself."
Damon said nothing, just held her slender hand with his warm hand and gently applied the cool ointment to her wound.
The man's expression was very focused, his handsome face had fully recovered, without any signs of redness or pimples.
Up close, you could see his skin was even more delicate than a woman's.
Truly a beautiful man!
So, why did the rogue today suddenly have a change of temperament?
"I look good?"
The man's magnetic voice sounded, his deep black eyes slightly lifted, making people's hearts race with just a glance.
Elara quickly looked away, tidying the loose strands of hair by her ear, and coughed lightly to cover her embarrassment, "I was just noticing how your face has healed. Seems Mr. Hawke has quite thick skin."
This woman is really blunt!
Damon glanced at her coolly, tossing the ointment aside.
"Let me explain, at the party, I was drugged, and any offense I committed against you was purely unintentional."
In light of her saving him yesterday, he decided to explain to her.
To keep her from truly thinking of him as a lecher.
Damon's explanation left Elara a bit surprised.
Was she surprised by his lowered posture, or that he would explain to her?
"But still, you can't..."
Elara's beautiful eyes flickered, "Don't you have a fiancée? Just resolve it with her and be done with it?"
The scene from that day flashed through her mind.
She suddenly felt that Damon was avoiding Victoria Don?
Why though?
"So knowledgeable? Charlotte, how many men have you had before?"
The man's handsome face suddenly magnified in front of her, his deep eyes like blades, exuding a dangerous aura.
The pleasant mint scent filled her nose, involuntarily reminding Elara of that night four years ago.
Obviously not the same person, yet inexplicably, she overlapped the shadows of the two.
Her ears turned red and her heart raced!
"Wh-why are you so close? How many men I've had is none of your business! I warn you, don't touch me again, or beware of your face breaking again!"
Is she going mad?
How could she associate the man from four years ago with Damon Hawke?
The man that night was obviously that thug, wasn't he?
Elara forcefully pushed Damon away and got up intending to leave.
Just as she got up, her hand was grabbed, and before she could react, she was thrown onto the sofa.
The man's tall figure pressed down, his strong arms propped up on either side of the sofa, enclosing her below.
His deep black eyes stared straight at her, like a deep pool, unfathomable.
The oppressive feeling from above came crashing down, panic flickered in Elara's eyes.
She pushed against his chest with her hands, shouting, "Mr. Hawke, what do you want to do? Don't you dare!"
Damn lecher!
She actually thought she wronged him about what happened at the party.
Clearly, that was just his excuse!
Damon's black eyes deepened, with an unknown emotion flickering in the dim eyes.
Why wasn't he repulsed by her?
Instead, he wanted to get closer to her!
Could he have made a mistake?
The woman who entered his room four years ago, was it not Victoria Don, but Elara Don?
"Charlotte, is your real name Elara Don? Are you Victoria Don's sister? Four years ago, you..."
"Yes! Mr. Hawke, I am Victoria's sister. Do you think what you're doing is fair to your fiancée?"
Elara interrupted Damon's questions, her pretty face flushed red with anger.
She struggled desperately, but Damon pressed her down firmly.
Realizing that something was wrong with himself, Damon's well-shaped brows furrowed slightly, and he cursed in his heart.
Just as he was about to back off, the office door was pushed open.
Soon, Victoria Don's coquettish voice rang out, "Damon."
Victoria Don had arrived!
Damon's frown deepened further.
He stood up straight, the heat around him gradually dissipated, and his face returned to its usual cold distantness.
Elara on the sofa hurriedly got up, tidying her messy clothes, cursing Damon silently in her heart.
The scene made Victoria's face change color repeatedly.
She shouted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "Elara Don, you're seducing my fiancé again!"
Bitch!
She actually keeps seducing Damon!
She wants to kill her!
Victoria's face twisted in rage as she uncontrollably lunged at Elara.
"What are you doing?"
Damon scowled, blocking in front of Elara and grabbing Victoria's wrist.
The grip on her hand was like iron pliers, with Victoria looking excitedly at Damon and saying, "Damon, she's seducing you! She's nothing but a shameless slut, I want to teach her a lesson!"
"Victoria Don, mind your language! Whether I seduced your fiancé or not, your fiancé knows best. Please, clarify things and better manage your man."
Elara stepped out from behind Damon, glaring at him fiercely before quickly leaving the CEO's office.
"Stop, Elara Don, you bitch, stop!"
Victoria's voice was sharp, devoid of any ladylike elegance.
Damon felt an inexplicable sense of disgust.
He flung Victoria's hand away, his voice icy, "Enough, Victoria, who let you in?"
Hearing this, Victoria finally realized her loss of composure.
She quickly restrained her emotions and walked to Damon, pulling on his sleeve, feigning pitiably.
"Damon, I know I was wrong. At the party that day, I was momentarily foolish and did something wrong. I won't do it again. Please forgive me for the sake of Charlie, don't ignore me."
For the past two days, he hadn't let her get close, forbid her from entering the company or the villa, she was really about to go crazy!
"Victoria Don, don't use Charlie as a shield!"
Damon flicked away Victoria's hand, his face cold, "Remember your place, you're nothing more than a woman who provided an egg for the Hawke Family! Over the years, your Don Family has amassed wealth under my name, and you've prospered in the entertainment industry. I've treated you more than fairly. If you attempt to use underhanded tactics again to get more, don't blame me for being merciless!"
The man's voice was as cold as ice, exuding an aura of unapproachable oppression.
Victoria felt unwilling in her heart, but what could she do?
Did he really not want anything to do with her?
If it were Elara Don instead, would he still say this?
Recalling the recent scene, hatred filled her eyes.
Elara Don, that bitch!
Why didn't she just die?
Before she came back, everything was calm.
Though Damon was indifferent to her, he never spoke harshly.
But now...
"If there's nothing else, you can leave."
Damon sat down at his desk, his face cold, starting to work.
At this moment, his phone rang.
He glanced at it and answered the call.
"Hello."
"Master Damon, you should come back. Young Master Charlie seems to be not quite right."
"..."