Elara Don glared fiercely at Damon Hawke, her pretty face still tinged with anger.
Really, she was busy doing her experiment, and he, with nothing better to do, suddenly appeared?
And even implied she wouldn't accomplish anything significant in the future?
The workbench was messy because her experiment wasn't finished yet, couldn't he see that?
Absolutely unreasonable!
"Ahem! Miss Charlotte, Mr. Hawke was worried you'd be hungry, so he asked me to buy some food for you."
Rhun Quinn, who had followed along, noticed Elara Don's angry expression and quickly knocked on the door to smooth things over.
Damon Hawke bought her food?
Elara blinked, looked at Rhun pointing to the food placed in the office area, and subconsciously swallowed.
To speed up progress, she hadn't had dinner yet.
Mentioning it was fine, but once Rhun mentioned food, she suddenly realized she was starving.
So, this unreasonable man came to bring her dinner?
The anger in her heart dissipated instantly.
She glanced at the tall, handsome man with a noble bearing and adjusted her hair by her ear.
Fine!
For the sake of his apparent conscience, she'd take back her previous judgment of him!
Seeing Elara withdraw her claws, Damon Hawke glanced at Rhun and was pleased with his intervention.
His top assistant was indeed in tune with him.
"Mr. Hawke, Miss Charlotte, enjoy your meal."
Rhun Quinn neatly arranged the food, greeted them, and respectfully exited.
Hmm?
Did Damon Hawke not have dinner either?
Does he want her to eat with him?
How awkward!
Elara took off her lab coat, sat down in the chair, and looked at the sumptuous dishes on the table, swallowing.
Delicious!
These dishes were clearly crafted by a top chef.
Too tempting!
She couldn't resist!
"Mr. Hawke, I'm starting!"
Elara picked up the chopsticks, her almond eyes fixed on the dishes, and began eating.
The woman's small mouth moved, seemingly starving, she buried herself into eating quickly.
But even so, her manners were not crude, eating with an elegance.
Damon Hawke smirked, gracefully picked up some food with his chopsticks, and suddenly found that the usual fare was quite appetizing.
The room was quiet, only the faint sounds of eating could be heard.
"Ugh, so full."
Elara had mostly finished eating, she put down the chopsticks, patted her belly, looking satisfied.
Damon Hawke put down his chopsticks, elegantly wiped his mouth, and watched a grain of rice left on Elara's lips, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes.
"Elara, how old are you? Are you saving rice for tomorrow's breakfast?"
His slender fingers grabbed a tissue and wiped the rice off her lips for her.
His deep black eyes seemed to be glowing, with a touch of fondness.
Elara stared blankly, her heart suddenly racing.
A charmer!
Has he turned a new leaf?
Wasn't he still mocking and ridiculing her during the day, how come he's suddenly so gentle with her now?
"Mr. Hawke, do you have a fever?"
Elara couldn't help but reach out her hand and touch his forehead.
The smile on Damon Hawke's face paused, his black eyes deepened.
This woman really knows how to ruin the mood!
Saying nice things to her, and it means he has a fever?
Does he have to mock and ridicule her?
Damon Hawke leaned in slightly, his tone low and enchanting, "Elara, you've been trying to get close to me in every possible way, why not let me fulfill that?"
Elara: "..."
Narcissist is at it again!
Some people's comprehension skills are so lacking, she really wonders how he manages such a large corporation!
Elara took a deep breath, pushed back her chair, and headed to the lab.
"Mr. Hawke, I'm full, you take your time eating."
She didn't want to waste words on him, she couldn't be bothered to deal with him.
Elara rolled her eyes, holding her head high to express her current mood.
But, the gesture was too haughty, making her overlook her footing.
There was a pen on the floor, and not paying attention, she slipped towards Damon Hawke's direction.
"Uh!"
"Careful."
Damon Hawke, quick-witted and fast, caught her.
Elara's heart raced wildly, and when she realized it, she found herself in Damon Hawke's arms.
The familiar masculine scent lingered at her nose, and her view was of Damon Hawke's slightly open collar.
Exposed was a delicate collarbone and a glimpse of honey-toned skin.
Sexy, alluring, inciting imagination!
Elara swallowed, her gaze locked onto the man's chest.
Underneath the white shirt, she vaguely saw a familiar mark on the man's chest.
Something flashed in her mind, and her hand instinctively reached towards his chest…
"Elara, are you flirting?"
Damon Hawke's long fingers caught her small hand, his voice husky beyond measure.
Elara returned to her senses, looking at the handsome face of the man close by, her face flushed red.
What was she doing just now?
Why did she relate Damon Hawke to that ruffian?
Clearly, they were different faces, weren't they?
Just because they had a similar aura?
Could it be deep down, she always wished the man from four years ago was Damon Hawke?
No no no!
She must be losing her mind.
Elara clumsily stood up straight from Damon Hawke's arms, her face as red as the evening glow.
"That, Mr. Hawke, don't misunderstand, I swear, I really have no intentions towards you."
Please don't misunderstand her anymore!
He's someone else's boyfriend, she doesn't want to ruin anyone's relationship!
She said she had no intentions towards him?
Damon Hawke paused his task of adjusting his clothes, his previously sunny face gradually darkened.
His gaze fell on the woman hurrying towards the lab, his thin lips pressing tightly.
If she has no intentions towards him, then who does she have intentions towards?
Evan Miles?
Elara was tidying up the things on the lab table, her face still a bit warm from the earlier scene.
At this moment, her phone rang in her pocket.
She took it out and glanced at it; it was a call from Evan Miles.
"Evan."
"Elly, have you finished work? I'm downstairs at your company."
Evan Miles's gentle voice came through the line.
Elara instinctively glanced at Damon Hawke, and upon meeting his deep black eyes, quickly looked away.
"Okay, I'll be right down."
Someone's face looked foul.
She better withdraw quickly!
"Mr. Hawke, I've almost finished today's work, I'll be off now."
Was Evan Miles here to pick her up from work?
Really can't wait!
Damon Hawke's expression was frigid.
"Elara, is Evan Miles your ex-boyfriend? So, are you looking to rekindle old flames?"
Rekindle old flames?
Elara, who was gathering her personal belongings, paused in her actions.
"Who said I'm looking to rekindle old flames? No, Mr. Hawke, this is my personal matter, and how I handle it is none of your concern, right?"
He's Ivy's fiancé.
Presumably, he must have been informed about her situation by Ivy.
But, even if he knows, he has no right to dictate her affairs, right?