Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy

Chapter 165: Just Wanted to Blow-Dry Your Hair for You

Elara Don’s heart skipped a beat, and she instinctively stepped back.

"You, why are you coming over?"

The woman’s bright eyes flickered nervously, and her freshly bathed face made her skin appear more delicate.

Images not suitable for children flashed through Damon Hawke’s mind, causing his eyes to darken slightly.

He curled his lips and reached out to hold her shoulders, slowly moving downward, "Elly, why would I come over, of course it’s..."

"Damon Hawke, I... I’m warning you, don’t mess around!"

Elara felt goosebumps all over, a surge of electricity zipping up her spine, leaving a tingling sensation.

This man was actually teasing her!

Seeing Elara’s shy and annoyed look, Damon gave a soft laugh, his large hand moved to her hand, then wrapped her tiny hand within.

"Elly, you’re not that innocent! What do you think I would do to you? I’m just..."

Damon used his other hand to lightly scrape her nose, his eyes full of teasing, "I was just thinking of drying your hair for you."

Elara: "..."

Damn man, actually playing with her!

So angry!

Elara’s ears flushed, feeling heat surrounding her.

She wasn’t sure if it was due to the heat or her irritation.

Without caring for Elara’s struggles, Damon pulled her onto the sofa and pushed her down, then picked up the hairdryer beside him and stood behind her.

"Mr. Hawke, you don’t have to trouble yourself, I can do it myself."

Elara just wanted to stay away from Damon.

Damon said nothing, just held her down and began drying her hair.

The man’s long fingers threaded through her hair.

The gentle movements conveyed a tender feeling.

Elara pressed her lips, feeling the waves of comfort from her scalp, her emotions turbulent.

If he hadn’t lied to her, if he hadn’t treated her as a substitute, maybe she could accept him!

It’s a pity...

Elara closed her eyes, suppressing her chaotic thoughts, not wanting to think of things that made her feel bad.

As the hair drying was almost done, Damon felt satisfied with Elara’s obedience.

Looking at the woman’s fluffy hair, a sense of achievement rose inexplicably.

So drying the hair of the woman he liked, could make him this happy?

"Done."

Damon turned off the hairdryer and spoke.

Elara got up, took the hairdryer but did not look at Damon.

"Tonight, you sleep in my room, I’ll sleep in the guest room."

After saying this, she quickly stepped into the guest room and slammed the door shut.

Damon was still a bit stunned, but when he realized, he raised his brows, eyes filled with smiles.

He knew, women have soft hearts.

Her sharp words and soft heart meant she wouldn’t really let him sleep on the sofa.

But, she actually let him sleep in her bedroom!

He’s in luck!

Damon chuckled, picked up his laptop and stepped into her bedroom.

He wanted to work smelling her scent!

The night was deep.

Damon finally finished his work and rubbed his tired temples.

Feeling a bit thirsty, he lifted the blanket and got out of bed to get water from the living room.

In the still darkness, the room was so silent that a pin drop could be heard.

Damon drank water, looking at the two tightly closed doors, his eyes gentle.

At this moment, he felt like the head of the house, living quietly with his loved one and child.

Life was peaceful.

The night gave rise to sentimentality.

Damon felt a bit nostalgic, put down the cup, and strode over to the children’s room, gently turning the doorknob.

Through the soft light of the living room, he could see the little one sleeping soundly.

Damon’s eyes were gentle, and he softly closed the door.

Then, he came to the guest room.

He hesitated slightly, twisted the door lock.

The door wasn’t locked, Damon raised an eyebrow, slowly opening it.

The room was filled with the familiar scent of a woman, her unique aroma.

Damon slowly walked to the bedside, silently gazing at her.

The sleeping woman was extraordinarily quiet.

Her pretty eyebrows exuded a charm that moved him.

Her beautiful red lips slightly parted, as if inviting him to taste.

A memory of the night in the cabin flashed through Damon’s mind, causing his throat to roll slightly.

He leaned forward slowly, wanting to claim that intoxicating sweetness...

In her sleep, Elara felt as if she were being stared at by a predator.

In her anxiety, her lashes trembled, and she suddenly opened her eyes.

There was a shadow growing larger in front of her, with a startle, she cried out and grabbed her phone, hurling it in that direction.

Damon: "..."

The man’s muffled grunt sounded, somewhat familiar.

Elara swallowed hard, hurriedly switched on the light, and discovered the person standing by her bed was Damon Hawke.

Instantly both annoyed and amused.

"Damon Hawke, why on earth are you sneaking into my room in the middle of the night?"

Damon just felt a fiery pain on his forehead.

He closed his eyes, suppressing the tears brimmed by the hit, slowly lowering his hand.

"I heard you talking in your sleep, so I came to check, didn’t expect you’d be so aggressive!"

Frustrated!

Didn’t get to taste the treat, got hit on the head instead.

Embarrassing!

"Are you okay?"

Elara didn’t bother to verify if his words were true, seeing his forehead bruised and swelling, she stifled a laugh and asked.

"Dizzy, nauseous, Elly, you need to take responsibility for me."

Damon took the opportunity to sit on the bed, holding his forehead and acting in pain.

"Serves you right! Wait here!"

Elara scolded angrily, quickly tossed off the blanket, and left the room.

Looking at the woman in a hurry, Damon curled his lips.

Perhaps he had a tendency for self-abuse, actually hoping she had hit harder and knocked him out.

That way, he’d have a reason to cling to her.

Elara boiled two eggs, grabbed the medicine box, and entered the room.

At this moment, Damon unceremoniously sat on the bed, holding her fragrance book from the bedside, reading it.

Under the light, the man was peaceful and pleasingly beautiful, inexplicably giving an impression of waiting for his wife to come serve him.

Elara’s eyes flashed, quickly suppressing her unusual feelings, and walked over.

"Didn’t you say you were dizzy? Why are you reading a book?"

Damon glanced at her, "Feeling a bit nauseous, so trying to distract myself."

Hearing this, Elara paused in peeling the egg, looking at him with some concern.

"Are you really uncomfortable? Should I take you to the hospital?"

She had indeed dealt him a heavy hand, better not have caused any harm.

"No need for the hospital, you’re my doctor. As long as you’re here, any ailment I have can heal by itself."

Damon looked deeply at her, his eyes full of affection.

Elara’s gaze flickered, placing the peeled egg on his forehead.

"Mr. Hawke, I am not your muse."

If it weren’t for hearing that recording, she genuinely might have been deeply touched.

Damon’s muse wasn’t her, but someone else indeed!