Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 45: Which of Your Identities Does She Love?

Chapter 45: Chapter 45: Which of Your Identities Does She Love?
At the moment Elara Don fell into the water, there was a moment of panic.
Is she going to die here?
No!
She hasn’t found the other child yet.
How can she die!
Strong survival instinct made her hold her breath and float towards the light.
The impact from hitting the water made her mind buzzing, and her chest felt terribly suffocated and painful.
The feeling of suffocation grew even stronger, making it hard for her to sustain!
Splash!
It seemed someone had jumped into the water.
A huge shadow floated over, and someone reached out arms to embrace her.
Elara Don couldn’t open her eyes, but she clutched onto the other person like grabbing a lifeline.
The other person gently patted her back and transferred air from his mouth...
"Cough, cough!"
Elara Don suddenly spat out a mouthful of water and coughed desperately.
"There, it’s alright now."
A man’s deep voice echoed in her ear with a sigh of relief and reassurance.
She slowly opened her eyes, revealing an unremarkable face in the starlight, evoking a sense of closeness.
"Tom!"
It’s that thug!
Was it him who saved her?
Elara Don’s voice was dry because of drowning.
She looked around and found herself rescued onto a yacht.
Besides this man, there was an extremely handsome face, more beautiful than a woman’s, curiously staring at her.
"Hi, beauty, how are you?"
Craig Landers waved at Elara Don and fluttered his eyelids flirtatiously.
Elara Don strained to pull a smile and struggled to get up.
Damon Hawke helped her and threw a sharp knife-like glance towards Craig Landers.
Craig Landers raised his sword-like eyebrows and instinctively stepped aside, his peach-shaped eyes full of curiosity.
"Tom, did you save me?"
Was it him who jumped into the water to rescue her just now?
"Hmm."
Damon Hawke looked somber, picking up the weakened woman and walking towards the cabin.
"Let’s take a hot shower first."
He received a call from his son, learning Elara Don fell into the water by the seaside, and went searching with his yacht.
Luckily, this woman knows a bit about swimming.
Also fortunately, tonight the Netherworld Organization was unloading near the dock, not far from where she fell.
Otherwise, if he couldn’t arrive in time, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Damon Hawke, with a cold face, took Elara Don to the bathroom.
His clothes were drenched too, so he took off his shirt directly.
Elara Don’s body was still trembling, not sure if it was from cold or fear.
As she turned, she saw the man’s bare upper body.
Under the lights, it glowed seductively.
Immediately, she gasped, stepping back two steps in a hurry.
"Why are you taking off your clothes!"
The woman had a pale white face and was full of vigilance.
Damon Hawke’s eyes darkened, approached her, pinning her against the wall, "Woman, I got soaked saving you, now I want a hot shower. How about join me?"
Is this man taking advantage of the situation?
Elara Don pushed hard against his chest, "Let me tell you, don’t mess around! Although you saved me, that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. If you dare force me to do anything against my will, I would rather die in front of you!"
Ha!
Such a chaste and upright demeanor.
A glint of amusement flashed in Damon Hawke’s dark eyes, his gaze falling on her moist red lips, leaning closer.
"Woman, have you forgotten? In the sea, when you were barely breathing on the deck just now, I don’t know who clung to me and kissed me desperately."
Elara Don: "..."
She didn’t, she wasn’t, he’s spouting nonsense!
It was simply transferring air!
How could he deliberately distort the facts!
Elara Don’s face turned crimson, glaring at the man’s smiling face, unable to speak at the moment.
The two were very close, each other’s breath on the other, inadvertently giving rise to a hint of ambiguity in this confined space.
Damon Hawke’s eyes gleamed, looking at the woman’s alluring red lips, feeling parched.
He slowly tilted his head...
"Achoo!"
Elara Don’s nose itched, and she couldn’t help but sneeze.
Damon Hawke’s action paused, feeling the moisture on his face; his expression instantly turned dark.
"Sorry, I didn’t mean to sneeze. Let me wipe it for you!"
Elara Don stifled a laugh, looking at Damon Hawke’s gloomy face, extending her slender fingers.
Damon Hawke grasped her wrist, looking at her cunning little fox-like face, and leaned in again...
Elara Don’s mind went blank until Damon Hawke let go of her and headed for the door, only then did she realize.
She had been teased by a thug!
That bastard!
Elara Don wiped her red lips, only feeling her face burning hot, not sure if it was out of anger or annoyance.
With her body soaked, she quickly went to the shower, turning on the spray.
Outside, Damon Hawke exhaled deeply, cursing under his breath.
Really can’t understand why every time he meets her, he can’t control the beast inside his heart.
"Tsk, why did you come out? Tom, a golden moment, why pretend to be a gentleman?"
Craig Landers, hands in his pockets, leisurely approached Damon Hawke, with a meaningful look.
Damon Hawke coldly glanced at him, "You think everyone is like you, constantly like a lustful lion?"
Craig Landers: "..."
No need to be so harsh!
"Tom, haven’t you told her your true identity? So, she actually feels nothing for you now?"
This old friend is playing a role here.
Right now, he’s not the high and mighty Hawke Corporation’s CEO but a lazy thug!
Luckily, this human skin mask is made with the world’s most advanced technology, waterproof and fireproof, top-notch performance.
Even letting the old friend dive to rescue someone was so flawless.
Damon Hawke said nothing, directly opening the neighboring cabin.
"Hey, I’m talking to you! Tell me, with your two identities, which one will she prefer? I bet it’s definitely Hawke Group’s CEO version of you! She couldn’t possibly like a thug, right?!"
Bam!
The reply was the sound of a door closing.
Craig Landers hissed a breath, touching his almost squashed nose, the beautiful peach-like eyes full of interest.
He’s waiting to see his brother’s romantic entanglement!
In the cabin, Damon Hawke entered the bathroom and turned on the shower.
The cold water washed over his burning body; he closed his eyes, suppressing all the agitation.
The teasing words of Craig Landers flashed in his mind.
Which identity would she prefer?
He’s curious too!
In the other cabin, Elara Don finished her shower, only to find she had no change of clothes to wear.
Depressed!
Elara Don wrapped herself in a towel and gently opened the bathroom door.
No one outside, Elara Don looked around and found herself in a small suite.
She pursed her lips, walked to what seemed like a wardrobe cabinet, and pulled open the door, revealing a few sets of men’s clothes.
Elara Don glanced at the towel she was wearing, thought for a moment, and picked out a white shirt to wear.
Just as she was about to put on pants, a rustling sound came from behind.
Elara Don turned, seeing Damon Hawke wrapped in a white towel walked in.
His broad shoulders and narrow hips, a golden ratio figure, looked particularly alluring under the lights.