Chapter 791
“By the way, what do you think of Sullivan Heseltine?” Nyla asked.
Damon paused for a few seconds, realizing he had no idea who that was. “Sullivan Heseltine?”
“He’s an employee from Prospectus Technology assigned to work with me on this project. He’s the team leader,” Nyla explained.
Damon still had no impression of him and raised an eyebrow. “What about him?”
“Nothing. If you don’t know him, forget it,” Nyla replied.
Damon quipped, “Why are you asking me about another guy? Aren’t you afraid I’ll get jealous?
Nyla shot him a playful glare. “I just asked casually. Do you really get jealous that easily?”
“Of course I do! You have a way of attracting attention, and that makes me insecure,” Damon teased.
“Who’s attracting attention? I see women stealing glances at you every time you walk into the office. If I were as jealous as you, I’d have run out of jealousy by now,” Nyla huffed.
Damon’s gaze deepened, a hint of melancholy in his expression. “But I’ve never seen you get jealous. I heard from Spencer that a woman only acts calm and collected when she doesn’t care about a man, and she won’t mind who he’s with.”
Spencer, still working overtime at the office, sneezed and rubbed his hands together, thinking he should wear more layers tomorrow.
“I’m just trusting you. Would you do anything to hurt me?” Nyla questioned.
Damon answered immediately, “Absolutely not!
“Well, there you go. Besides, you get jealous often, which shows you don’t trust me. You’re the one in the wrong, yet you’re turning this around on me?” Nyla pressed.
Damon was momentarily taken aback and found himself at a loss for words.
Seeing him at a loss, Nyla couldn’t help but smile triumphantly. “Mr. Sumner, you should reflect on this.”
Looking into her mischievous eyes and at her beaming smile, Damon felt a sudden urge and pulled her into his embrace.
“Okay, I’ll reflect,” he said.
Nyla felt a sudden bad premonition and reached to push him away. As soon as her hand brushed against his suit, his lips met hers.
“Mmph…”
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Chupit 91
The driver in front quickly raised the partition.
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At first, Nyla struggled, but soon her hands naturally wrapped around Damon’s neck, and she found herself sitting on his lap.
Damon’s hand slowly moved down her back, and the atmosphere grew intensely intimate.
Suddenly, the driver slammed on the brakes, causing Nyla to lurch forward toward the partition. In the split second before her head would hit, Damon’s hand firmly cradled the back of her head.
Thanks to Damon’s arm blocking her, she felt no pain at all.
“Are you okay?” they both asked at the same time.
Nyla quickly sat up straight, turning to check on his hand.
Damon withdrew his arm, his expression calm as he said, “I’m fine.”
He frowned and asked the driver, “What happened?”
The driver quickly lowered the partition to respond, “Mr. Sumner, there was a cat on the road just now.”
Damon simply replied, “Be more careful next time.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver answered.
Nyla had returned to her own seat as the car resumed its journey. She instructed Damon, “Give me your hand.”
“I really am fine,” Damon insisted.
Nyla maintained a serious expression. “Your hand.”
Damon, feeling a bit helpless, extended his right hand.
As Nyla rolled up his sleeve, she noticed a bruise on his arm. She felt bad and asked, “Does it hurt a lot? Have Walter find a place with a pharmacy so I can get you some ointment.”
“It’s a bit painful, but if you give me a kiss, it should feel better,” Damon said.
Nyla shot him a glare. “Can you be serious for once?”
