CEO's office.
Watching Damon Hawke take out some ointment from the medicine box to apply on her burn, Elara Don felt entirely uneasy.
The scenes from the banquet still lingered in her mind.
This guy is such a scoundrel!
"Mr. Hawke, I can do it myself."
Damon remained silent, his warm, large hand holding her slender one, gently applying the cool ointment to her wound.
The man's expression was very focused, his handsome face had returned to normal, no redness or blemishes visible.
Being so close, she could see that his skin was more delicate than a woman's.
What a handsome man!
So, why did today's scoundrel suddenly change his demeanor?
"Do I look good?"
His magnetic voice sounded, his deep eyes slightly lifted, making her heart skip a beat with just a touch.
Elara quickly withdrew her gaze, adjusted the stray locks of hair by her ear, and coughed lightly to cover her discomfort, "I was just noticing your face has healed. It seems Mr. Hawke has quite thick skin."
This woman, really doesn't hold back!
Damon glanced at her coolly, tossing the ointment aside.
"Let me explain, at the banquet, I was drugged, and my offense towards you was purely unintentional."
Considering she saved him yesterday, he decided to explain to her.
Spare her from really taking him as a pervert.
His explanation took Elara by surprise.
Surprised either by his sudden lowering of stance, or his willingness to explain to her.
"But you can't just..."
Elara's beautiful eyes flickered, "Don't you have a fiancée? Just sort things out with her and it will be done, right?"
The scene from that day flashed through her mind.
She suddenly felt Damon was avoiding Ivy back then?
Why is that?
"Why do you know so much? Charlotte, how many men have you had before?"
His handsome face suddenly enlarged before her, his deep eyes like sharp blades, exuding a dangerous aura.
The pleasant mint scent filled her nostrils, unbiddenly reminding Elara of that night four years ago.
It wasn't the same person, yet she inexplicably merged their shadows.
Her ears reddened, heart racing!
"Why are you so close? How many men I've been with is none of your business! I warn you, stop touching me, or your face will get bruised again!"
Is she crazy?
Why did she associate that man from four years ago with Damon?
The man that night was clearly a thug, right?
Elara forcefully pushed Damon away, getting up to leave.
But as soon as she stood, her hand was grabbed, and before she could react, she was thrown onto the sofa.
The man's tall figure leaned over, strong arms supported on either side of the sofa, trapping her underneath.
His deep black eyes stared straight at her, like a deep lake, unfathomable.
The sense of oppression from above seized her, panic flashing in Elara's eyes.
Her hands resisted against his chest, shouting, "Mr. Hawke, what do you want to do? Don't be reckless!"
What a big pervert!
And she thought she might have wrongly blamed him for the banquet incident.
That was obviously his excuse!
Damon's black eyes flickered with unknown emotions.
Why does he not find her repugnant?
Instead, wanting to keep approaching her!
Could it be he's mistaken?
The woman who entered his room four years ago wasn't Ivy, but Elara?
"Is your real name Elara Don? Are you Ivy's sister? Four years ago, you..."
"Yes! Mr. Hawke, I am Ivy's sister! What you're doing, is it fair to your fiancée?"
Elara interrupted Damon's questions, her pretty face flushed with anger.
She struggled desperately, but Damon pressed her down heavily.
Feeling his own strange behavior, Damon's attractive brows creased slightly, cursing inwardly.
Just as he wanted to back off, the office door swung open.
Followed by Ivy's sweet voice, "Damon."
Ivy's here!
Damon's brows furrowed even tighter.
He stood up straight, the surrounding heat gradually dissipating, his face returning to its usual cold indifference.
Elara quickly got up from the sofa, tidying her messy clothes, cursing Damon in her heart.
This scene made Ivy's face change dramatically.
She screamed like a cat whose tail was stepped on, "Elara, you're seducing my fiancé again!"
Bitch!
Daring to seduce Damon again!
She wanted to kill her!
Ivy charged over with a furious expression, uncontrollably toward Elara.
"What are you doing?"
Damon furrowed his brows, blocking in front of Elara, clasping her by the wrist.
His grip was like iron, Ivy looked at Damon excitedly, "Damon, she's seducing you! She's just a shameless lowlife, I need to teach her a lesson!"
"Ivy Don, mind your words! Whether I've seduced your fiancé, your fiancé knows best, so kindly confirm with him before managing your own man."
Elara emerged from behind Damon, glaring at him fiercely, and left the CEO's office briskly.
"Stop right there, Elara! You bitch, stop!"
Ivy's voice was sharp, with no hint of a lady's grace.
An inexplicable disgust arose in Damon's heart.
He flung Ivy's hand away, his voice icy cold, "Enough, Ivy! Who allowed you to come in?"
Hearing this, Ivy finally realized her gaffe.
She hastily composed herself, went to Damon's side and held his sleeve, pretending to look pitiful.
"Damon, I know I was wrong. At the banquet, I acted foolishly and made a mistake, it won't happen again. For Charlie's sake, just forgive me this once, don't ignore me."
These past days, he wouldn't let her near, banning her from entering the company and the villa, she was nearly on the edge!
"Ivy, stop using Charlie as a shield!"
Damon shook off Ivy's hand, his expression icy cold, "Remember your place, you're merely a donor for the Hawke Family! These years, your Don Family has amassed countless fortunes using my name, and you've thrived in the entertainment industry, I've treated you more than fairly. If you dare use lowly tactics to seek more, don't blame me for being merciless!"
His voice was cold as ice, an aura of intimidation surrounding him.
Bitterness welled up in Ivy's heart, but what could she do?
He seems so unwilling to let anything happen between them?
If it were Elara, would he still say the same?
Thinking back to the previous scene, her eyes were full of hatred.
Why isn't Elara dead?
Before she returned, everything was calm and quiet.
Though Damon was cold to her, he never spoke harsh words.
But now...
"If you have nothing else, just leave."
Damon's face remained cold, as he walked to the desk and sat down to start working.
At this moment, his phone rang.
Damon glanced at it and picked up the call.
"Hello."
"Young Master, please come back for a while! The young master seems to be acting strangely."
"..."