<b>Chapter </b>179


    “I haven’t eaten yet,” rk said.


    “Then go wash your hands. I’ll get the food ready,” Jordyn replied warmly.


    All evening, Jordyn chatted about her day, and rk felt his heart gradually leaning toward her.


    Despite the strength of his previous feelings for N, her constant coldness was causing them to wane.


    Meanwhile, N was about to go for a walk after finishing her dinner when she received a call from Pete.


    “Ms. Jayston, your husband’s men found me. They warned me to stay away from Jordyn or they’d call the police,” Pete said.This is from N?velDrama.Org.


    Since Pete began investigating the Harris Pharmaceuticals ident, he had an assistant keeping an eye on Jordyn. Unfortunately, the assistant was inexperienced and had been caught quickly.


    “It’s fine. You don’t need to monitor her anymore. I’ll transfer your payment shortly,” N said.


    She had been monitoring Jordyn to gather evidence of rk’s affair, but it no longer seemed necessary. Once she had the evidence needed to send Cyrus to prison, rk would likely be furious and agree to the divorce.


    After hanging up, N transferred the money and recalled the time she had overheard Cyrus borrowing money from Damon in his study. She decided to contact Pete to check on the investigation’s progress. Although Pete didn’t respond immediately, she wasn’t concerned, knowing how busy he could be. Suddenly, the door to her hospital room opened, and Damon walked in carrying a food container. He lookedposed in a white shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing his tanned skin and corbone. His tailored trousers entuated his long legs, giving him an almost fairytale–like appearance. N was momentarily stunned until he reached her, causing her to awkwardly avert her gaze. “Uncle Damon, you didn’t have to visit. The doctor said I could be discharged in a few days,” N said. As Damon approached, his subtle cologne enveloped her, making her breath feel a little lighter.


    He sat down beside her, opened the container, and handed her a bowl of chicken soup as he replied, ” You’re my lifesaver. If I didn’t visit, wouldn’t that be ungrateful?”


    “Uncle Damon, I’ve already told you that taking that knife was my way of repaying you for saving me at the bar,” N replied.


    Damon looked at her calmly. “Drink the soup first.”


    He knew that if she truly had no feelings for him and was only repaying a debt, she wouldn’t have instinctively protected him. After all, self–preservation was human nature.


    N frowned, feeling that he hadn’t listened to her. She told him, “I already had some soup.”


    Without pushing, Damon ced the soup back. “Then have itter.”


    The room fell silent.


    When Damon showed no intention of leaving, N couldn’t hold back anymore. “Uncle Damon, I want to rest. It’s inconvenient with you here.”


    Damon nodded, stood up, and said, “I’ll sit on the sofa then. You can sleep and call me if you need anything.”


    N was rendered speechless. That wasn’t what she meant.


    Clenching her teeth, she said, “Uncle Damon, your presence here makes me ufortable. I hope you can leave.<b>” </b>


    Damon paused and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. “Can I take that to mean you care about me, is why you’re ufortable with me here?”