Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 138: Got Played

Chapter 138: Chapter 138: Got Played
Hearing Elara Don’s shout, Damon Hawke paused slightly and then smiled.
Isn’t he her Tom?
No matter if it’s Damon Hawke or Thomas King, he’s always her Tom.
Elara Don didn’t hear a response from Damon Hawke, and her muddled thoughts gradually cleared up.
When she saw the person standing in front of her was Damon Hawke, a hint of embarrassment flashed across her face.
She hurriedly sat up and tidied the hair beside her ear, "I’m sorry, I mistook you for someone else."
She actually mistook Damon Hawke for Thomas King in her dazed state again.
What was she thinking?
"Mistook me for your boyfriend?"
Damon Hawke was in a good mood and gently asked.
Elara Don laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject.
"What’s happened to me?"
Why was she in the hospital?
She remembered she was attending a banquet earlier and drank a bit too much, then was helped upstairs to rest.
After that...
"Melody Lane added something to your drink intending to harm you. Fortunately, Elena Soo overheard her plan, ran into me, and I was able to stop her. Then, I brought you to the hospital."
Damon Hawke explained the cause and effect.
Thinking about the scene he saw in the lounge, his expression turned a little cold.
So that’s it.
Melody Lane, for Evan Miles, repeatedly set herself against him, really held him in high regard.
Elara Don was simply speechless.
She glanced at Damon Hawke, "Mr. Hawke, thank you today, I’m fine now, I’m heading back."
"I’ll take you."
"No need, you must be busy, I can manage on my own."
Elara Don refused hastily.
Without a word, Damon Hawke reached out and helped her off the bed.
The familiar male scent washed over her.
Elara Don’s gaze inadvertently fell on the man’s hand holding hers.
Those hands, clean and slender.
Like the hands of a violinist.
Those hands...
Elara Don slightly turned her head to glance at Damon Hawke.
The man’s side profile was cold, handsome, perfectly sculpted.
Clearly not the same face as Thomas King, yet the longer time goes, why does he give her the feeling that he and Thomas King are so similar?
"Do I look good?"
Damon Hawke felt Elara Don’s intense gaze and couldn’t help but raise his eyebrow, smiling.
Elara Don hurriedly withdrew her gaze, freeing her hand with a blush.
"Mr. Hawke, you should go, I really don’t need you to take me."
"I’m not busy, let’s go."
"..."
Hotel lounge.
After taking the medicine, Evan Miles was clear-headed, watched Elena Soo clutching a blanket tightly looking at him warily, and then sat opposite her.
His assistant arrived in time, dispersing the journalists and giving him some calming medicine.
However, the scene between him and Elena Soo earlier in the lounge had already been photographed by journalists and circulated.
"Miss Soo, first I apologize, I didn’t mean to offend you."
Hearing this, Elena Soo pressed her lips, "I understand, I don’t blame you. Can I leave?"
He was also a victim, and what happened was not his intention to hold and hug her.
Moreover, she wasn’t violated in any way.
It’s just a farce.
"Wait, Miss Soo."
Evan Miles looked at Elena Soo, "Are you friends with Elly?"
"Yes," Elena Soo nodded.
Evan Miles paused, "I have a three-year-old daughter, she’s very cute."
Elena Soo: "..."
What does he mean?
He has a daughter, no need to tell her, right?
Elena Soo was confused and just responded with a sound.
Evan Miles continued, "Miss Soo, do you mind that I have a daughter?"
"Ah?"
"I’ll take responsibility for what happened earlier."
"Ah?"
"I’ll marry you."
"Ah?"
Elena Soo was so shocked she couldn’t say anything other than an exclamation.
"Miss Soo, I’m serious, I want to marry you and make you Mrs. Grant."
Evan Miles made his intentions clear among Elena Soo’s shock once more.
His family was advising him to remarry for the sake of his daughter.
He didn’t want to marry Melody Lane. If he had to choose a woman, he’d prefer to marry this friend of Elara Don.
"Well, Mr. Miles, nothing happened between us, this is just a farce, I don’t need you to be responsible for me."
Elena Soo swallowed, saying.
"Although nothing substantial happened between us, the journalists have taken inappropriate photos of us together. This won’t be good for your reputation."
Evan Miles spoke, his face gentle and calm.
"Well, I’m just a civilian, I don’t mind..."
"But I do."
Evan Miles interrupted Elena Soo.
"Miss Soo, I’m the CEO of the Grant Family, with such news, if I don’t marry you, I’ll be criticized."
Elena Soo: "..."
Ultimately, it’s about him.
"Mr. Miles, that’s your issue, I don’t see it as my obligation to help you."
Elena Soo opened the blanket, tidied her clothes, ready to leave.
"Miss Soo, my family is decent, my appearance is decent, my character is decent, I’m a good choice for a woman to marry. I swear, if you marry me, I’ll treat you well for a lifetime."
Evan Miles grabbed Elena Soo’s hand, gazing straight into her eyes, the sincerity in his expression hard to ignore.
Elena Soo’s heart was touched, silent for a moment.
She didn’t dislike Evan Miles.
But, this sudden marriage proposal surprised her.
She wasn’t mentally prepared.
Evan Miles saw Elena Soo’s hesitation, his voice softened further.
"Miss Soo, believe me, if you marry me, I’ll be a good husband. Or are you perturbed because I’m disabled?"
Elena Soo: "..."
She never even considered that!
"I’m not?"
"Then you agree?"
"I..."
"Or do you disdain?"
"No."
"Then let’s just consider it agreed."
Elena Soo: "..."
So, is she tricked into this?
Watching the gentle man’s face emerge with a smile, Elena Soo was dumbfounded.
The warmth of his touch reached her hand.
She looked down to find her hand enveloped by his.
"Let’s go, Mrs. Grant."
Elena Soo: "..."
She’s become Mrs. Grant?
Can she refuse?
...
Blue Sky Apartments.
Bea was on the phone with Dominic Hawke.
"Dominic Hawke, you finally called me? I thought you’d never talk to me again!"
Bea said with a pout.
Dominic Hawke on the other end sounded apologetic, "Sorry Bea, I was upset earlier, so I didn’t call you."
"Is it because I found my birth father?"
Bea asked.
Dominic Hawke pressed his lips, silent.
"Dominic Hawke, although my mom couldn’t marry Uncle Hawke, we couldn’t become family, we’re still good friends, friends who can talk about anything."
Friends who can talk about anything.
Dominic Hawke smiled, feeling guilty yet joyful.
Sorry Bea.
For now, they can’t talk about everything.
But when they become family, they will be good brothers who talk about everything!