Devil CEO's Contract Lover

Chapter 7 Threat

Damon POV

I finished my work and went home at 5pm. While passing the garden, I saw the back of a woman in a

yellow dress.

Sofia was in the garden in a goose yellow dress talking to the cat, happily playing with it. Sofia was as Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

beautiful as a princess in the sunlight.

As if sensing the change in atmosphere, she looked up. After seeing me, her smile disappeared, then

she picked up the cat on the ground and tried to run away.

Why did she hide when she saw me? Was I the devil?

I felt some anger for Sofia's such behavior, and I became even angrier when I thought that I even

covered her with a blanket last night.

Although I misunderstood her before, isn't she also targeting me?

"Sofia, where are you going?" I said as I followed her.

I stride up to her, I'm six feet tall and stand in front of Sofia looking even more petite.

"Am I the devil? Why do you run faster than a rabbit when you see me?" I asked her, but she answered

me with her head held high, "I'm just a woman. I think for Mr. Rubinstein it doesn't matter to you

whether I leave or not."

Her cold words irritated me even more, and if it weren't for the fact that my arm was still healing, I

probably would have overpowered her.

"You're getting good at sophistry now Sofia, it won't do you any good to look like that in front of me!" I

said unpleasantly.

"Can you do anything else but threaten women? If the paparazzi knew you treated a woman with such

a lack of belly, I wonder what they would say about you." She said as she stroked the cat's fur.

The expression on her face was tinged with sulking, causing her cheeks to flush slightly. sofia and the

cat in her arms looked really similar, outwardly docile but bursting out in a way that would take people

by surprise. Is it because children from single-parent families are more independent than those from

ordinary families?

Sofia POV

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll let your disrespect for me go."

Damon was uncharacteristically not insulting me today, but I didn't snicker at his little kindness to me

either.

I was just a little curious.

I followed Damon down the hall. I was going to go to the lobby, but when I heard Damon was going I

didn't want to go, but then I thought that if I didn't Damon would think I was afraid of him!

Don't run away, Sofia.

I said to myself.

Let's just go with the flow.

Damon went to the fridge and grabbed a drink, opened it and asked Linda next to him, "Did anything

happen today?"

"Nothing happened, just a phone call between Ms. Sofia and Ms. Tiffany."

One sentence immediately ignited Damon's reasoning.

"What did you say to Tiffany? Say it!"

I was ready to sit on the couch for a while and then go to sleep, but who knew that in the blink of an

eye Damon would look at me with a horrified expression and reprimand me.

"We didn't say anything."

I felt a little weak thinking about the bad things I had said about Damon on the phone. To me, Damon

was still a stranger. I wasn't a servant in his house, so why did I have to report everything to him? And

Tiffany was his girlfriend, he could have called and asked her!

"No! Sofia! You're really not fit to lie. Your expression and eyes look evasive, you must have said

something to her that you shouldn't!" Before I could react, Damon had already walked up to me.

He reached out and cupped my chin with such force that I felt a little pain, "What are you doing?

Damon, let go of me!"

"Sir ......" Linda, who was standing by, tried to explain things clearly.

"Shut the fuck up!" Damon yelled, "I'll let you go if you explain things clearly!"

"You want to know what we said, you can call her and ask her!"

The close range threat reverted last night's calm, handsome face to that of a demon. Although it was

the same person, the Damon of the day and the Damon of the night gave off such different feelings.

Damon's expression of menace and the way he forced me made my heart turn cold and sad. If dad

didn't owe money for gambling, I wouldn't be so aggravated to be bullied by him all the time!

"I just want you to say it yourself. tiffany is a subtle person, even if she was bullied she wouldn't talk to

me!" Damon's deep eyes looked at me compulsively.

Is he out of his mind?

"So you're so heartbroken about your girlfriend, yes, I told her I was pregnant because you were

unmarried, and I told her I was sleeping with you last night! Are you satisfied with what I said?"

I looked at Damon with a hateful expression.

Is this man a psychotic pervert? Why does he jump to conclusions every time without asking for

clarification? And inexplicably starts threatening people!

"What? You actually talked to her about this?" Damon let go of my hand so violently that I stumbled

uncontrollably and almost fell to the ground, but luckily I held on to the wall before I fell completely

down.

"Your mother died young, your father is a useless man, and so are you. Your family is full of garbage!

Everyone just takes advantage of everyone else! You're a woman who started selling her body while

she was still in school!" Damon scolded at me.

My body kept shaking as I yelled at Damon, "It's okay for you to yell at me, but please don't drag my

family into it! You live a rich life without worries, but don't you think so badly of other people because of

it! I hate you!"

I shouted and ran out, wiping my tears.

I couldn't take it when he insulted me like that in front of Linda and my family! Even though it's the

same if my father has one or not, then I won't allow Damon, an outsider, to butt in!

Damon POV

Linda hesitantly said, "Sir, it was actually Miss Tiffany who took the initiative to call Miss today."

I then snapped out of my anger, "Then why didn't you say so?"

"I ...... I dare not say."

So I was the one who misjudged Sofia just now? While I was thinking about it, Tiffany gave me a phone

call.

"Damon, I called that Sofia today."

"What did you call her for?" I asked her plaintively.

"She's so cute. The voice sounds soft, I like her a lot, she sounds like a simple girl, don't bully her."

"Is she really that good? You're not going to make me stay with her and give up on you, are you?"

"How is that possible? You are mine! It won't be taken away by anyone else, I'm so relieved!"

That made me feel a little better. "How's it going in France?"

"Not bad, I'm so busy I don't have a clue, not much time to go out, you don't even know how busy I am

......"

This time the call went on for the same ten minutes, and Tiffany sent me a kiss when I hung up.

I walked out of the hall trying to find Sofia to apologize.

It was my anxiety that caused me to misjudge her earlier.

She crouched beside the small door and cried.

I guess because she had no one to turn to here, she was young and hadn't gotten over the panic of

learning she was pregnant, she had been treated unfairly by me and had accumulated a lot of

grievances in her heart.

I stayed by her side.

"Don't cry, it's almost dark, come inside with me."

"I'm not going in, Damon, I hate seeing you! I wish you'd stop showing up in front of me!" She got up

and avoided me.

"Then you listen to me and go in first. I was wrong about you earlier, but why don't you explain?"

She turned to move away from me, and I went straight up to control her movements.

"Okay, I was wrong, I apologize, okay?" I said, "This is the first time I've apologized, believe it or not,

Sofia!"

"Your first apology?" She asked me back, "I don't care. I'm going back to bed now, and I want you to

leave me alone! Because I don't even want to see you!"

She dodged me and ran away, her eyes swollen.

I clenched my fist.

This was really the first time I'd apologized only to have her say she didn't care. Did she know how hard

it was to get him to put his pride aside to come to her and apologize?

But I didn't dare to chase too closely. I'm worried about her falling down accidentally, after all, she's still

pregnant. He didn't want Monica to find him a second surrogate woman.

In the evening, I was in my study at home, sorting out the company's business when I received an

email from my secretary.

It began, "Sir, I've prepared the information you asked us to investigate a few days ago."

I clicked the mouse to open it and found that it was the information about Sofia that I had asked my

secretary to investigate.

There was a lot of content, from videos to photos to text, including her life and studies.