Chapter 77
Chapter 77
Damon hoisted his other arm, leaning it against the cabinet behind her while his other hand held onto her waist.
He carefully avoided her wound yet enveloped her in his domain with an unmistakably possessive stance.
"Most gangster's girls are claimed, not wooed."
Chloe stiffened at his words.
She'd always thought this charming and steady man to be knowledgeable.
And such a man, is best at slowly drawing others into his control.
That's Damon for ya!
And when such a man, starts to dominate, no one can withstand it.
To her, he was just too... aggressive.
She couldn't resist.
At this moment, Chloe felt that she deserved this.
She fell into the pit, that she dug herself!
She brought it all on herself!
All her own damn fault!
She hadn't thought it through.
"Do you... have to use the word 'gangster' to criticize me?" She could only feel helpless.
Damon arched a brow, "Don't you always use 'gentleman' to bind me?"
"..."
Seeing Chloe speechless, looking all glum, Damon chuckled secretly.
He tilted his head slightly, his nose brushing against her fragrant hair, inhaling quietly.
"Don't use 'gentleman' to pressure me. Although I'm patient, my patience is limited, especially when you're not just a simple attraction for me."
His voice slid into her ear, and the low and husky tone continued to tease her.
"I can't play the gentleman forever."
As he spoke, his hand gently rubbed her waist.
Even though Chloe was inexperienced, she got his insinuation.
She felt a rush of heat coursing through her body, her scalp tingling and legs so weak she could've collapsed.
Thankfully Damon held onto her tightly, lifting her before she could hit the floor.
"What's wrong?"
Damon's voice was low and pleasing, sounding somewhat amused. This made Chloe's face even redder, terribly bashful. Belongs © to NôvelDrama.Org.
Was this man such a piece of work?
"Stop it!"
Anger flashed across her face, her cheeks a burning red. she slapped Damon's hand away.
She was furious at her own helplessness, knowing full well he was doing this on purpose yet still being so powerless.
Damon let go calmly, rubbing his hand that got slapped, chuckling:
"Felt like being scratched by a kitten."
Chloe, still dissatisfied, stared at him wide-eyed, as if she'd just witnessed some world wonder.
Damon straightened up slowly, sliding his hands into the pockets of his suit pants.
The expensive handmade suit was impeccably ironed, accentuating his tall and slender figure. It was an image of perfect proportions and natural elegance.
Chloe was somewhat dazed, looking at him as if his earlier teasing was a dream.
"Dinner's about to start. I'll go down first."
Snapping herself back to reality, Chloe quickly turned around and left Damon's room after she finished speaking.
This man was too damn charming!
She needed to keep her distance!