Feeling Damon’s warm fingers running through her hair, N instinctively clenched her hands on the table and tensed up.


    “Maybe I should just do it myself,” she said, starting to turn away.


    Damon ced his hand on her shoulder.


    “I’ll do it.” His voice was deep, carrying an irresistible authority.


    N bit her lip and stopped insisting.


    The only sound in the bedroom was the hairdryer.


    After about ten minutes, the noise finally ceased.


    “All done. Take a look,” Damon said.


    N reached up to feel her hair. It felt smooth and dry. She turned to look at Damon. “Thank you.


    Damon nced down at her, but his eyes quickly shifted away when they caught a glimpse of the V–neck of her nightgown.


    “Let’s head downstairs for dinner,” he said.


    “It’s toote. I won’t be eating tonight,” N replied.


    She wanted to maintain her figure and had a rule about not eating anything after 8:00 p.m.


    “Lydia said you’ve been too tiredtely and made all your favorite dishes. Are you sure you want to waste her kind effort?” Damon asked.


    Meeting Damon’s questioning gaze, N frowned and conceded, “Alright, you go ahead first. I’ll change ande down in a bit.”


    “Okay, I’ll wait for you,” Damon answered.


    After he left, N opened her wardrobe and took out a long ck dress.


    While changing, the scene from earlier–when Damon pressed her against the bathroom door and kissed her- shed through her mind. Her heart skipped a beat.


    No, she couldn’t think about that anymore.


    She patted her flushed cheeks, trying to suppress her fluster as she walked out of the bedroom.


    Once N entered the dining room and sat across from Damon, Lydia brought out the dishes she had kept warm.


    When Lydia’s gaze met N’s, a smile flickered in her eyes.


    Something must have happened between Damon and N since they had spent so much time together upstairs. Otherwise, Damon wouldn’t be in such a good mood when he came down, and N wouldn’t look so flushed.


    If they kept this up, maybe Mason would have a sibling next year. N?velDrama.Org is the owner.


    N waspletely unaware of Lydia’s thoughts. She lowered her gaze to the tableware, too shy to meet Damon’s eyes.


    Whenever she saw him, inappropriate scenes from earlier would involuntarilye to mind. She didn’t know


    what was wrong with her.


    “Mr. Sumner, Ms. Kinsey, all the dishes are served,” Lydia announced.


    Damon nodded. “Okay.”


    Noticing N looking down, he frowned. “Are you nning to eat with your forehead?”


    N reluctantly lifted her head. The moment she made eye contact with Damon, she quickly looked away again.


    Seeing her like this, Damon couldn’t help but tease her. “Are you shy?”


    N gritted her teeth and retorted, “Who’s shy? Don’t say nonsense!”


    Damon smiled. “Still iming you’re not shy? Then why is your face so red?”


    Subconsciously reaching up to touch her face, N realized it was indeed warm.


    She met Damon’s yful gaze and defended herself, “I just didn’t dry my hair in time. Maybe I caught a cold.”


    Noticing her earlobes turning pink, Damon decided not to tease her further. “Looks like I was reading too much into it then. Let’s eat.”


    After finishing dinner, just as N was about to leave, Damon suddenly asked, “I heard you gave all your savings to Vrie. Is that true?”


    N halted in her tracks, surprised. “How did you know?”


    “Someone told me,” Damon answered.


    “Oh. And you’re asking this because?” N replied.


    “Nothing. I just wanted to see if you really are that foolish,” Damon said.


    N shot Damon an irritated re. “Now that you know, what’s next<i>? </i>It’s my money, and how I use it is none of your business.”


    11


    “Of course, but you should be prepared for that money to disappear like it’s been dumped into the sea,” Damon warned.


    “Don’t worry. When I lent it to her, I didn’t expect her to pay it back,” N countered.


    Since she could lend it out, she needed to be ready for the possibility of never seeing it again. Otherwise, she’d just end up torturing herself.


    Damon raised an eyebrow, surprised that N could go that far for Vrie.


    “But with me around, I won’t let your money go to waste,” he assured her.


    N paused, looking up at him. “What do you mean? Are you nning to help the Weir Group?”


    “Not at all. I’m doing it for you,” Damon dered.


    N bit her lip. “You’re being a bit too obvious with your intentions.”


    Damon nodded. “I won’t deny it. Helping the Weir Group is a way to get you to appreciate me. After all, I want to pursue you.”


    “Don’t you think doing this quietly and letting Vrie tell me would have a better effect?” N retorted.


    2


    Damon smirked. “That would definitely work better, but I can’t wait. Besides, you’re definitely going to think about me when you fall asleep tonight.”


    At 2:00 a.m., N still couldn’t sleep.


    Shey staring at the dark ceiling, cursing Damon in her mind. Great, hisment had kept her thinking about him all night, and now she was wide awake.


    That annoying man was doing this on purpose!


    Yet, for some reason, she felt a hint of sweetness in the mix…


    N buried her face in her pillow, forcing herself not to think of him.


    The more she tried to avoid thoughts of him, though, the more his face and their recent interactions kept popping into her mind.


    The next morning, N descended the stairs with dark circles under her eyes.


    Seeing her exhausted face, Damon couldn’t help but smirk. “Good morning.”


    N shot him a resentful nce but didn’t say a word.


    If it weren’t for him, she wouldn’t have stayed up nearly all night. Consequently, she felt quite resentful toward the culprit.


    Damon, however, acted as if he had no clue and continued trying to chat with her.


    N replied half–heartedly, looking somewhat lethargic.


    Usually, when she didn’t sleep well at night, shecked energy in the morning and had no appetite. After just a few sips of milk, she set her ss down, announcing, “I’m done eating.”


    Damon nced at her untouched breakfast and turned to instruct Lydia, “Pack a portion of breakfast for her.”


    “No need. I can’t eat,” N refused.


    “Just pack it up. If you can’t eatter, you can throw it away,” Damon coaxed.


    “Alright…” N relented.


    After Lydia packed the breakfast, Damon picked it up and told N, “Let’s go.”


    The two walked out of the vi one after the other. Just as they got into the car, N’s phone rang.


    It was Vrie.


    As soon as she answered, she heard Vrie’s slightly downcast voice. “N, do you have time this afternoon? I have something I want to discuss with you.”


    <b>X </b>


    Chapter <b>763 </b>


    Noticing something off in Vrie’s tone, N quickly asked, “What’s wrong? Di