Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 12 Time to end the deal

Sofia POV

I touched my belly, I couldn't feel the leap of life, the weight was too heavy and I suffered the

denigration of my pride.

I never cried in front of Damon, at most I would be alone and silently sad.

I took the book in the study and read it in my room, and the words Damon said just now were in my

ears, and each sentence was so hurtful.

There are two kinds of people in this world: those who admit their mistakes when they do something

wrong, and those who do something wrong and gloss over it.

Damon belongs to the latter type, Linda also said that time will find his good?

Where's the goodness? He is purely a selfish man with no concept of affection!

He grew up without love? That doesn't excuse him from doing anything wrong, and I'm not going soft

on that.

Damon POV

I pushed the door open and came in, a little upset that this room was no longer my private room.

Sofia was there with a famous book, and her attention was clearly not on the book.

"Books are for reading, not for your decorative use, and you don't need to read them in front of me to

enhance your good opinion in my mind."

I said rightfully and sarcastically, meaning she was reading the book just to impress him!

She peeked her head out of the book, glared at me with blank eyes, and continued to return her eyes

to the book.

"Sure enough you acquiesced." I mumbled, reaching out with my big hand and taking the book right out

of her hand, "There's no need to pretend, I'm not going to be nice to you because of that."

She was furious, "I'm sure I'm going to get into a fight before I talk to you for a few sentences, you give

me back the book, I don't want to talk to you!"

Was she pretending, or was it a true reflection of her?

But her indifference aroused my interest, how long can a woman be indifferent in front of the item?

Don't all women stick to me and offer themselves directly?

I said with amusement, "Anyway, this boring charade of yours has succeeded in attracting my

attention."

"You said I put on a boring play?" Her tone was agitated, and the rise and fall of her chest quickened.

"To each his own, Mr. Rubinstein, you are not my type. our deal will end in nine months, need I remind

you again?" She said indifferently.

Why could she say it so matter-of-factly? Shouldn't I be in control of the situation?

Compared to women her age, she always seemed aloof and thoughtful.

"Just be clear, you're used to living the good life, when it's time to go, you don't want to stay."

My thin lips rose slightly, and the expression that should have been a smile was so heartless.

"Mr.Rubinstein is funny, what's there to stay here? Any way you can get me born early, I'd appreciate

it."

She continued, "I'm guessing you're getting more aggressive on me because you're now chagrined

because you made a slight move on me two days ago that could have been a caregiver, I'm not your

punching bag, I'm pregnant and I expect you to respect me."

Her words struck me as true in one fell swoop!

YES! I was guilt-tripping Tiffany, I couldn't do it by muddling through a large living person as if she was

a normal person.

To be nice to her is another blow to Tiffany's heart, and she's not lacking in care!

"How do you expect me to respect you, and by what nasty means did you get people to fall into your

trap? Including this baby, what means did you use to get it? Don't tell me that you didn't know to take

birth control pills after sleeping together!"

How could a woman who is so psychologically mature not know this?

Since she knows how to make money with her body, she naturally knows how to protect herself!

She said, "Now that the wood has been laid, there's nothing we can do, isn't this the best state of

affairs?"

She paused, though it was hard, "I can go to college after I have the baby, and you can marry Miss

Tiffany."

"It's useless to take it out on me, I'm not your spouse who can put up with your tantrums, is there no

one who dares to talk about this shortcoming of yours in front of you?"

Her questioning tone was torturing me! She was a bulletproof glass, and when she attacked me, she

hurt herself instead.

Damon's eyes flashed dangerously as I pressed closer to her, and it seemed she wasn't afraid of me at

all.

"It doesn't take an irrelevant person to judge whether I have flaws or not." I said coldly.

"That's another one of your flaws, not admitting to your flaws, you're not a good entrepreneur."

She turned around, walked to the king-size bed, and tucked herself in.

"If you're going to sleep in the den, take the door with you." She said as she slept under the covers.

I was already tired from work and with the guilt I felt towards Tiffany, I just wanted to taunt her.

I didn't think this woman would have the nerve to confront me so openly, no woman had ever dared to

challenge my authority like that.

When Tiffany was in my presence, she would only faintly caution, not so blatantly.

"This is my room, and no matter how bad it is, it's not my turn to go out."

I walked towards the bathroom, having spent so much time interacting with this woman that I had

forgotten my usual regular break times.

Sofia POV

I opened my eyes, my lashes were long and beautiful.

Lost in thought, I look towards the bathroom, this man is too dangerous and not too easy to get along

with.

I have little status and no money, but I won't allow anyone to trample on my self-esteem!

As I thought about it, Damon came out of the bathroom, topless and just wrapped in a bath towel from

the waist down.

I smelled a faint scent of shower gel, a nice smell, a rare scent that I was not repelled by.

Damon's body is in good shape, without a trace of fat, it is obvious that he usually also intensified

exercise.

He leaned back on the bed, picked up a magazine and looked at it carefully, which seemed to be his

habit.

It's quite comfortable to see him quiet as long as he doesn't argue, which is a paradox!

Always paying more attention to the other person's demeanor when you hate them, I don't know if this

behavior is good.

"Miss Tiffany is very pretty." I didn't know I was talking because the cover of the magazine was Miss

Tiffany.

She when the cover girl is very atmospheric, invisible temperament to give her a lot of extra points.

No wonder he had to read through it, because the magazine was with her on it.

Emotionally speaking, he is still serious about his girlfriend, otherwise in my heart, he is really useless.

"This is natural, you don't need to say." Damon didn't turn his head to look at me because of my words.

Under the table lamp, his eyes were concerned, and the soft light shone on the side of his face, a

comfortable angle on my side.

"I'm studying fashion design? Why do you want to study abroad?" I asked.

It seemed like I had just left everything behind, I was really still a kid and wouldn't hide my curiosity.

"Yes, I am very talented in this area." After saying that, Damon turned his eyes, "I don't need to talk to

you about that, you sleep."

"I don't like you much, but I like her, she has a nice voice and is very gentle." I said.

I automatically converted "dislike" to "do not like", so it is better for communication, right?

In fact, every day when I am alone in the villa with no one to talk to, I am satisfied with just talking like

this.

"You like me? That's counterintuitive, you don't have to start with me."

While Damon was talking, he finished reading Tiffany's interview in the magazine, closed the book, and

laid down to get ready for bed.

"You!" I had no trouble getting rid of my anger, only to find him talking and bringing the words of

exploitation back to his lips.

If he were a psychologist, he would have raised exploiting people to a theory!

"With you, I have no way to communicate." I said honestly.

This time, I don't know if it was intentional or not, but Damon was sleeping facing me and they were

very close to each other.

I could even see clearly the exhaustion that showed around his eyes, saying quiet he was quiet.

But once not quiet up, his aura is strong enough to make people unable to stand.

The Internet says that he is the most promising young gentleman in this century A. I do not understand

how in the end there is potential.

Unlike the dude, he works hard every day, and there's never any gossip about him with women.

This confused me, it seemed that he was not the kind of rich kid who played with women that I had

imagined at first.

He suddenly opened his eyes, I was scared and pretended to have fallen asleep, he did not suspect

much, reached out his hand and turned off the desk lamp.

What she said today, his shortcomings are not admitting mistakes and not being able to lower his

posture.

This phrase seems to have been mentioned by grandpa when he was alive, and he always knew it, he

just didn't need to change.

In his twenties, he had always been the pride of the heavens, and simply did not need to change

himself to please people.

There had always been only others to please him, to do whatever it took to get to him, and that was

what had caused his personality.

Calling Tiffany for several days in a row, she was busy, is she the same as before?

What things are sad, it is overloaded with work to beat their pain, she is never willing to express when

she is sad.

This makes Damon very heartbroken, around him to show good women never lack, he can see Tiffany

is really love him.

In the same way, Tiffany is where his heart belongs, no woman is more suitable than her to be his wife.

He would not change what he had decided, and even though I was pregnant with his baby, he did not This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

change his decision one bit.

I stretched out with a happy expression on my cheeks, I must have smiled a lot, "Great sleep!"

However the slouching stopped halfway through as I saw someone who wouldn't normally be there at

this time of day, in bed with his eyes open at the moment.

Damon POV

I was off work today and I wanted to sleep a little longer, so I laid down for a while longer.

She turned around once and I thought she was going to wake up, but she fell back to sleep.

After a while, she started to open her eyes, squinting her little slit to look out the window, then stretched

her back and made a lazy and cute movement.

The moment she saw me, she froze for a moment and asked, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"You expect me to go to work every day?" She sounded like she wanted to be alone?

I looked at her hugging the covers and could still see a cute little bear pajama top she was wearing.

With her shoulder-length hair and a bit of natural curl at the end, Sofia in the morning would not be

guarded and confused and quite funny.

I looked over and smiled, a very faint smile, but it looked nice and instantly more human.