Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 118: Feeling a Bit Perverted

Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Feeling a Bit Perverted
Elara Don quickly raised her glass, "Mr. Hawke, I toast to you."
After speaking, she drank it all in one go.
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, and similarly drank it all in one go.
Seeing him finish, Elara continued pouring another glass for both of them, "Mr. Hawke, I’ll toast to you again, sorry for the trouble I’ve caused recently."
After speaking, she drank it all in one go again.
Damon’s eyes were deep, watching her with a bold demeanor as he toyed with the wine glass, not moving for a while.
"Mr. Hawke, aren’t you drinking?"
After two glasses, Elara felt the heat rise around her.
She looked at Damon, her eyes misty.
Was she trying to get him drunk?
Damon’s lips curved slightly, and he drank it all.
"Mr. Hawke has a strong tolerance, I’ll toast to you again."
Elara smiled brightly, got up, and poured more wine again.
Damon looked at her flushed face, saw her bringing the wine to her lips again, and reached out to stop her.
"Take it slow before drinking more."
If they kept drinking like this, he’d remain sober, but she’d be drunk first.
"It’s fine, I’m glad you came out to meet me alone today."
Elara pulled away his hand and drank it all again.
Alcohol courage.
Without heavy drinking, how could she have the nerve to ask for favors!
"Mr. Hawke, aren’t you drinking?"
After three glasses, Elara’s breath became a bit rapid.
The heat around her made her undo the buttons on her chest.
Today she wore a white chiffon shirt.
The slightly sheer fabric gave her a hint of the inside.
With her chest unbuttoned, revealing a small patch of white skin, it was somewhat glaring under the light.
Damon’s eyes darkened, not sure if it was the effect of alcohol or the beauty under the light, he only felt dry mouth.
Pouring down a glass of wine, he asked hoarsely, "Didn’t you say you wanted to keep your distance? Why suddenly invite me to dinner?"
Walking in and desperately trying to get him drunk?
What was the intention?
Elara’s bright eyes were misted, she looked at Damon and went all out.
"Mr. Hawke, I have a favor to ask."
A favor to ask him?
Damon guessed it.
He raised an eyebrow, "What is it?"
"I want you to help get Isabella Wolf out."
Damon: "..."
The favor she asked was for that?
"Why?"
Damon furrowed his brow slightly, deeply looking at Elara, with a hint of curiosity.
"Because she’s my foster mother, no matter what, I have to repay her for raising me. Mr. Hawke, please be generous and let her go."
Elara faced Damon’s deep stare and sobered up a bit.
The room was quiet, without a sound.
Damon stared at Elara steadily, his black eyes seemed to see through people’s hearts, calm and deep.
Elara instinctively averted her gaze, fingers unconsciously tense.
If he didn’t speak, he was surely angry.
After all, Isabella Wolf’s mistake wasn’t small.
She was actually pleading for Isabella Wolf, wasn’t this going against him?
If he disagreed, what would she do?
"Only to repay a debt?"
The man’s magnetic voice sounded, revealing no emotion.
Elara lifted her eyes, saw Damon slowly sipping wine, and quickly nodded, "Yes, solely to repay the Don Family’s kindness."
Damon played with the wine glass, his lowered gaze shining with a dim light, "If I help you, what benefit do I get?"
She asked, so naturally he’d comply.
However, he wouldn’t help for free.
Needed some sweetness from her in return.
"Mr. Hawke, I am an excellent talent, I can create a lot of value for your corporation. As long as you help me, I certainly will..."
"Charlotte, you know, I don’t lack talent."
Damon’s dark eyes deepened, "I lack a wife."
So, for him to help her, does she need to offer herself?
Elara’s fingers twisted, "Sorry, excluding this, any conditions, I can agree to."
So she straightforwardly refused.
Damon slightly raised an eyebrow, deliberately asking, "Charlotte, you’re refusing me, because of your new boyfriend? Heard he’s just a punk, I don’t think he can compare to me."
"Mr. Hawke, I’ve told you, we’re deeply in love, even if he’s worthless, as long as I chose him, then in my heart, he is priceless."
Elara raised her eyes and seriously replied.
The woman’s eyes glistened, her cheeks were red due to the wine, exuding a bit of unconscious charm.
Damon felt slight ripples, thinking he might be a bit twisted.
This secretly listening to someone’s heart truly felt satisfying.
"Come here."
The mood rose inexplicably.
Made him just want to embrace her at that moment.
"Mr. Hawke..."
Elara looked at him somewhat puzzled.
"I asked you to sit next to me and pour wine."
Damon played with the empty wine glass, "Well, isn’t there a proper way to ask favors?"
Oh!
She was asking him for help now.
Elara’s mind was a bit fuzzy, she slowly stood up, walked to his side, picked up the decanter, and poured him a glass of wine.
After Elara poured the wine, Damon pulled her onto his lap.
Elara exclaimed in surprise, wanting to get up, but his strong arms restrained her.
"Mr. Hawke."
"Don’t move, accompany me for a few drinks, and I’ll agree to your request."
Damon’s voice was hoarse, smelling the pleasant scent of the woman in his arms, his Adam’s apple rolled unconsciously.
Elara’s face was burning, she slowly nodded and took her wine glass, "Mr. Hawke, I toast to you."
Going all out!
Just a few more drinks, and she could complete her task and retreat!
"How about drinking? Why don’t you feed me?"
Damon played with the wine glass, looking at Elara with a wicked smile.
Elara froze, stared at him dumbfounded, "Mr. Hawke..."
"Not willing? Then how about..."
Damon took a sip of wine, suddenly held Elara’s head, and leaned over to cover her red lips.
The slightly bitter wine flowed into her throat.
The warmth from the lips, accompanied by the man’s searching exploration.
Elara’s mind went blank for a moment, stunned by his unconventional drinking method.
Until the man’s hand roamed inside her clothes, she woke up from the dream.
"Mr. Hawke, let me go."
Elara, with a flushed face, quickly pushed him away, but she forgot she was holding a glass of wine.
With a splash, during the struggle, the wine in her hand poured all over the man’s body.
The white shirt was instantly stained red.
The blood-red stain dripped down, full of mess.
Elara stared dumbfoundedly at the scene, came to her senses, quickly put down the wine glass trying to brush off the stains on him.
"Mr. Hawke, I’m sorry, I-I didn’t mean to."
Her head was spinning, not knowing whether it was the wine or being scared.
She staggered, frantically fumbling as she reached for the man’s body.
Damon was somewhat at a loss.
Didn’t expect his brief indulgence to provoke such a fierce reaction from her.
"It’s okay, I’ll do it myself."
Damon got up, unbuttoned the top button on his chest, shaking off the stains.
Elara’s temple throbbed from the alcohol, accidentally glimpsed his slightly open chest.
There, seemed to be something faintly visible.