Chapter 75


    "Sir?" Nate looked at Damon through the rearview mirror in the car.


    Damon''s pen slowed down, and he closed the file, put it aside, and looked up at Nate.


    Calmly, he said, "Go buy some medicine for bruises and injuries."


    Nate immediately understood and replied, "Alright," then opened the car door and entered the


    pharmacy.


    "Sir, you''re back." Hannah''s eyes were full of smiles. Alyssa was really insightful.


    "Yeah."


    Damon answered indifferently, then walked into the living room.


    His gaze swept around the living room, not seeing the familiar figure. He turned to go upstairs but


    heard noisesing from the kitchen.


    "Does he like seafood? Crab? Shrimp? Doesn''t seem like it."


    "Me? I''m not picky, but my stomach isn''t great right now. I can''t eat anything too spicy."


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    "It''s normal. You''ve been busy working before, socializing a lot. It''s not surprising that your stomach


    is upset."


    "Do you need help preparing the fruit? I can get it."


    When Chloe came out, she saw the tall man standing in the middle of the living room, looking at


    her.


    She gradually slowed, somewhat surprised, "You''re back."


    As soon as the words came out, she felt something was off.


    This feeling was like a newlywed wife waiting for her husband to return.


    Damon''s eyes were fixed on the woman in front of him. He recognized the clothes she was wearing,


    having seen them that afternoon.


    But now she was wearing a light blue apron, tied at the back, entuating her slender waist.


    However, Damon''s eyes gradually dimmed.


    "Who told you to do all this?"


    Faced with Damon''s sudden heavy tone, Chloe was taken aback.


    "Who would tell me to do this? Of course, it''s me."


    Damon looked down at her, then quickly approached her, grabbed her wrist, and went upstairs.


    He straightened her to his room, where Chloe was forcibly pressed onto the bed.


    "Damon, what are you doing?" Chloe was getting angry. She was used to Damon''s gentleness and


    couldn''t ept his current rudeness.


    "Lie down."


    "You..." Chloe was so angry that she couldn''t speak.


    She had thought he was a charming, gem-like gentleman!


    She shouted out not until she was pushed onto the bed and her clothes were forcefully lifted.


    "Damon, are you a gangster?!"


    Gangster?


    Damon''s lips were a bit cold.


    This word was fresh.


    Buting from this usually calm and elegant woman, it was quite interesting.


    His eyes shed a gleam, his warm hand pressing against her restless body,and his gaze slowly


    falling on her slender waist.


    His eyes gradually became deep andplex.


    The delicate and beautiful skin was marred by a dark bruise that ruined all its beauty.


    He took the ointment with a slightly gloomy expression and moved his lips slightly.


    "Why do you say I''m a gangster?"


    Chloe''s anger hadn''t subsided, so she replied, "Not only brutally hurting people, smashing luxury


    cars, and now being violent towards me, if this isn''t a gangster, what is?! I thought you were a


    gentleman."


    Before Chloe could finish her words, a sudden chill and pain came from her waist.


    She stopped, seeming to realize something, and the angry expression on her face instantly turned


    red. She clenched her lips and buried her face in the quilt.


    She had misunderstood him.