Chapter 422 Heart Racing
Damian didn't take her home; instead, they went to Cloud ManHearston.
The reason was simple, "Dinner."
There was no one else at Cloud ManHearston, just the two of them.
Even the waitstaff left immediately after serving, as if staying a second longer would get them killed by Damian.
In fact, Damian's aura at the moment was indeed quite intimidating.
Ashley held her knife and fork, feeling chaotic inside, with no appetite at all. She looked at Damian's cold face across the table and spoke, "I can explain."
Damian's long fingers gripped the knife and fork, making the crystal-clear utensils seem like weapons, the gleaming blade ready to cut a throat at any moment. "Explain what?"
Ashley averted her eyes from his knife and fork, looking down at the steak on her plate. "I decided to attend the lecture on a whim, not because Sean invited me. As for answering questions on the spot, it was my colleague who was active and got picked by Sean, but she couldn't answer, so she handed the microphone to me. As for the conversation afterward, it was just a few words, and there was a third person present. So, there's nothing between Sean and me."
She had thought of the answer on the way here and spoke fluently.
Damian looked at her quietly. The blush on Ashley's face was still there, especially her earlobes, which were as red as bloodstones, her watery eyes half-lowered, hidden under thick lashes, looking both beautiful and tempting.
"Finished?"
"Finished."
"Then eat."
Ashley looked over suspiciously, "What?"
Damian cut a small piece of steak along the grain and put it in his mouth to chew. "Don't want to eat?"
"No, it's not that."
Having been treated like that by him, Ashley was now like a frightened bird.
She had underestimated Damian before; this guy was not only domineering but also a bit of a pervert. He could do whatever he wanted, regardless of time and place.
After dinner, the waiter brought out exquisite desserts, placing a small plate in front of each of them.
Ashley recognized it at a glance, "Matcha-flavored dessert?"
It looked just like the ones they had at Sven's house.
Damian said in a deep voice, "The chef at Cloud ManHearston can make anything. It's just you who embarrassed yourself at Sven's house."
As if she had never had good food before.
That's how Ashley understood it.
She rolled her eyes, cut one open, and took a bite. The matcha flavor was richer, the ice crust crisp and delicious, with a more delicate and dense aftertaste, better than what Sven's chef had made.
Seeing how she ate, Damian knew that this dessert, which he had rejected nearly a hundred times, was finally up to standard. "How is it?"
Ashley licked her lips, "It's okay."
Damian's mouth twitched, then he cut his own portion.
One meal, two moods, two experiences.
Damian wiped his mouth contentedly, removing the last taste of white wine from his lips. "Done?"
Ashley was full, but she didn't know what Damian wanted to do next, so she didn't dare to move rashly. "And then?"
"To your place."
Ashley opened the door, deliberately slowing her movements to buy herself some time.
But Damian stepped past her, striding into the small living room, throwing his coat on the sofa, and sitting down like he owned the place, spreading his arms. "Come sit."
Ashley put down her bag and keys, took a deep breath in front of the shoe cabinet, and silently told herself it was okay. This was her home, and with Damian's picky nature, he probably wouldn't choose to do anything here.
The next moment, her waist tightened, and the impatient Damian pulled her into his arms. With a flip, she felt herself spinning and losing balance, then found herself lying on the sofa, facing a handsome face coming closer.
Damian's right hand hovered, his left hand propped on the armrest, trapping her in a small space. "Does it still hurt?"
Ashley's pupils flickered, her mind a bit fuzzy. "What... still hurts?"
Damian's brows furrowed, not waiting for her answer, and started unbuttoning her clothes.
The bite mark was no longer bleeding, covered with a layer of serum, the wound swollen significantly, looking worse than before.
Ashley's shoulder felt cold from the breeze, his fingers were also cold, but the unbearable heat made her powerless to resist.
"Do you have a first aid kit at home?"
Ashley thought to herself that her medicine couldn't cure rabies. "Under the kitchen cabinet."
Damian opened the first aid kit, looked at her shoulder, and said discontentedly, "Take off your clothes."
Ashley crossed her arms over her chest, "Is that necessary?"
"I told you to change into something loose, or the medicine will stick to your clothes. Isn't that a waste?"
According to him, she could only wear a camisole or a tube top.
Wouldn't that give him more opportunities?
Ashley gritted her teeth, not moving.
Damian unscrewed the iodine bottle, "Want me to help you?"
"No need, I'll do it myself."
Ashley stood in front of the wardrobe, hesitating between a few sets of loungewear. A large hand forcefully took down one of the hangers. "Is it that hard to choose? This one is quite suitable."
Yes, suitable, with the least fabric and the thinnest material.
Two minutes later, Ashley walked out of the bedroom with bare shoulders, her long hair tied up, revealing her slender collarbones and shoulders, wearing a black silk tube top dress, with a striking red mark on her shoulder.
Damian's throat moved, his fingers curling involuntarily.
Damn, was he torturing her or himself?
"Sit down."
When the iodine touched the wound, Ashley gasped in pain, "Be gentle."
Damian turned sideways to her, the sofa was too small, and she was squeezed into the corner like a lamb to the slaughter. The big bad wolf frowned, slightly disdainful, "Bear with it, it won't kill you."
"Why did you bite so deep?"
"If I didn't bite deep, would you remember?"
If he turned around, who knew who she would smile at next.
Ashley clutched the sofa cover in pain, her delicate fingers digging in, her elegant eyebrows almost knotting.
Damian took her small hand, placing it on his shoulder. "This cheap leather will break your fingers."
Ashley was momentarily dazed, her hand stopping on his tense muscles, so close to him that she could see the healthy skin inside his collar, her forehead brushed by his breath, tingling. He rolled up his sleeves, his skin glowing warmly. His fingers were so attractive they could be displayed in a museum, yet these same hands had sent countless electric waves down her spine.
After disinfecting, Damian met her eyes. "What are you avoiding? It's not like you can't look."
Ashley shifted her gaze in confusion, but he caught her again. "I don't dare offend Mr. Hearst."
Damian chuckled lightly, putting away the first aid kit, then pulled her into his chest. "Does it still hurt?"
He leaned against the sofa, and as she moved over, she ended up half-lying, her head on his chest, hearing the thumping of his heart. "Your heart is beating fast."
She spoke her mind.
Damian played with her hair, "Holding it in."
Before Ashley could ask why his heart was racing, Damian suddenly leaned over, pressing her down. The sofa creaked under the pressure. "I don't want to wait until the weekend, let's do it now."
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