Elara Don glared fiercely at Damon Hawke a few times, her pretty face still carrying an angry expression.
Seriously, she was doing her experiment just fine, and he just popped out of nowhere because he was bored?
And implied that she'd never achieve anything great in the future?
The workstation was messy because her experiment wasn't finished yet, so she hadn't cleaned up, alright?
Utterly unreasonable!
"Ahem! Miss Charlotte, Mr. Damon was worried you'd be hungry, so he asked me to get some food for you."
Rhun Quinn, who had followed along, saw Elara's angry face and quickly knocked on the door, speaking up to ease the situation.
Damon bought her some food?
Elara blinked, looking at Rhun as he pointed to the food placed in the office area, and she subconsciously swallowed.
In a rush to make progress, she seemed to have skipped dinner.
Not mentioning it would be fine, but once Rhun brought up the food, she suddenly realized she was starving.
So, this unreasonable man was here to deliver her dinner?
The anger in her heart dissipated instantly.
She glanced at the tall, handsome man and reached up to tidy the hair by her ear.
Alright then!
Given that he had some conscience, she took back her previous harsh judgment of him!
Watching Elara put away her "claws," Damon glanced at Rhun with satisfaction, pleased with his intervention.
Truly his top assistant, able to think as he does.
"Mr. Damon, Miss Charlotte, enjoy your meal."
Rhun arranged the food neatly, greeted the two, and respectfully withdrew.
Hmm?
Damon hadn't had dinner either?
Was he expecting her to eat with him?
This is so awkward!
Elara took off her lab coat, sat down in a chair, and looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, swallowing.
So fragrant!
These dishes were obviously crafted by a top chef.
So tempting!
She couldn't care less!
"Mr. Damon, I'm starting!"
Elara picked up her chopsticks, her wide eyes fixed on the food on the table, and began eating.
The woman's small mouth moved, probably very hungry, she bowed her head and ate quickly.
But even so, her actions were not crude; quite the contrary, they were delicate.
Damon curled his lips, elegantly used his chopsticks to take a few bites, and suddenly found that the usual food tasted much better.
The room was very quiet, only the faint sound of two people eating.
"Ah, so full."
Elara had almost finished eating, put down her chopsticks, and touched her stomach with a satisfied look.
Damon put down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped his mouth, and looked at the grains of rice left by Elara's mouth, a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"Elara Don, how old are you? Leaving rice grains for breakfast tomorrow?"
The man's long fingers picked up a napkin and wiped away the rice grains from her lips.
In his deep black eyes, there seemed to be a glimmer of light, carrying a hint of doting.
Elara stared blankly, her heart suddenly racing.
What a devil!
He suddenly changed?
He had just mocked her during the day, so why was he being so gentle now?
"Mr. Damon, do you have a fever?"
Elara couldn't help but reach out and touch his forehead.
Damon's smile froze in place, his deep eyes focused.
This woman, she really knows how to ruin the mood!
Talking nicely to her means he has a fever?
Does she insist that he be sarcastic and mock her?
Damon leaned in slightly, his voice low and alluring, "Elara Don, you've always been trying to get close to me, so why not let me fulfill your wish?"
Elara: "..."
The narcissist is talking to himself again!
Some people have such poor comprehension skills, she really wonders how he's able to manage such a huge corporation!
Elara took a deep breath, pushed back her chair, and walked towards the lab.
"Mr. Damon, I'm full, so take your time eating."
She didn't want to play the lute to a cow, she couldn't be bothered with him.
Elara rolled her eyes, holding her head high to express her current mood.
However, her body language was overly lofty, leading her to not notice underfoot.
There was a pen on the ground, and she slipped, falling in Damon's direction.
"Uh!"
"Be careful."
Damon quickly caught her with his sharp eyes and keen reflexes.
Elara's heart raced wildly, and once she regained her senses, she realized she was in Damon's arms.
The familiar scent of a man lingered at her nose, and all she could see was Damon's slightly open collar.
Revealing an exquisite collarbone, along with a faintly visible patch of honey-colored skin.
Sexy, alluring, and provocative!
Elara swallowed, her eyes fixed on the man's chest.
Under the white shirt, she vaguely saw a familiar mark on the man's chest.
Something flashed in her mind, and she instinctively reached toward his chest...
"Elara Don, are you flirting?"
Damon's slender fingers caught her little hand, his voice hoarse beyond belief.
Elara returned to her senses, looking at the handsome face so close to hers, her pretty face blushing fiercely.
What was she just doing?
Why did she associate Damon with that thug?
They were obviously two different faces, weren't they?
Just because they shared a similar aura?
Could it be that deep down, she always hoped that the man from four years ago was Damon?
No, no, no!
She must be delusional.
Elara hurriedly stood up straight from Damon's embrace, her face as red as the sunset.
"Umm, Mr. Damon, don't misunderstand, I swear, I really have no feelings for you."
Please don't misunderstand her anymore!
He has a girlfriend, she doesn't want to ruin anyone's relationship!
She said she had no feelings for him?
Damon paused while tidying his clothes, his originally sunny face gradually turned gloomy.
His gaze fell on the woman hurriedly walking toward the lab, his thin lips tightly pressed.
If she didn't have feelings for him, then who did she have feelings for?
Evan Miles?
Elara organized the items on the lab bench, thinking about the scene just now, her face still a bit flushed.
At that moment, her phone rang in her pocket.
She took it out and looked; it was a call from Evan Miles.
"Evan."
"Elly, are you off work? I'm downstairs at your company."
Evan Miles's gentle voice came crackling through the phone.
Elara subconsciously glanced at Damon, only to quickly look away upon meeting his deep black eyes.
"Alright, I'll be down right away."
Someone's face was really unpleasant.
She'd better get going!
"Mr. Damon, I've finished most of today's work, so I'm leaving for the day."
Was Evan Miles here to pick her up from work?
Indeed, quite eager!
Damon's face turned cold and distant.
"Elara Don, is Evan Miles your ex-boyfriend? Why, do you want to rekindle an old flame?"
She wants to rekindle an old flame?
Elara, who was packing her personal belongings, paused in her actions.
"Who said I wanted to rekindle an old flame? No, Mr. Damon, this is my personal business, how I handle it, doesn't concern you, does it?"
He's Victoria Don's fiancé.
She assumes that her affairs, even if she doesn't tell him, Victoria surely would have reported to him by now.
But still, even if he knows, he has no right to dictate her decisions, right?