Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 46: What Is Your Relationship with Tom?

Chapter 46: Chapter 46: What Is Your Relationship with Tom?
Elara Don’s cheeks turned red, she quickly turned around, and teased, "Why didn’t you knock before coming in?"
This man’s figure is just too good!
Those abs, those long legs, could rival any male model!
The kiss in the restroom flashed through her mind, Elara Don’s heart raced, and she felt a wave of heat.
"This is my cabin, do I need to knock to enter my own cabin?"
A warm body pressed against her back, his long arm reached over, fingers picking clothes from the cabinet.
The air was filled with the pleasant smell of his post-shower freshness.
The heroine bit her lip and hurriedly slipped away from under his arm, holding a pair of dress pants.
Damon Hawke turned around, his gaze lingering on her.
The woman who just showered was flawless and fair, the blush on her cheeks looked like rosy makeup.
The white shirt barely covered her thighs, revealing long, slender, beautiful legs.
Extremely enticing, sparking one’s imagination.
Damon Hawke unconsciously took a deep breath, a hint of desire arose in him.
He strode to her, his eyes dark, "You’ve worn my shirt and taken my pants? Woman, not just anyone can wear my clothes. If you wear them, you’re mine."
Elara Don: "..."
What kind of domineering talk is this?
"I just borrowed it to wear briefly, I’ll take it off and return it to you immediately."
"Once worn, even if you take it off, it’s infused with your scent."
Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, his gaze roamed over her, unscrupulously.
His words were too frivolous, Elara Don’s face burned red, annoyed she shoved him, "Stay away from me."
The pants she held were a bit long, dragging on the floor.
Eager to escape, she accidentally tripped in her haste.
"Ah!"
Elara Don exclaimed, her hand instinctively tried to grab something.
"Careful."
Damon Hawke reached out just in time...
With a grunt, Elara Don felt herself push him onto the ground.
Her hand touched smooth skin.
Opening her eyes, all she saw was his honey-toned skin.
With a glint of water and alluring seduction in every rise and fall.
Elara Don gasped, realizing she had pulled off Damon Hawke’s towel!
At that moment, she was on top and he was beneath, in an ambiguous position...
"Woman, you saw everything, you have to take responsibility."
A deep, sexy voice whispered near her ear, his hand on her waist slightly tightened, radiating a burning warmth...
Elara Don’s face was about to catch fire.
She bit her red lips, wanting to get up.
"Huh? The door’s open? Tom, are you ready? I..."
Craig Landers’ voice came from the doorway.
Seeing the scene, his sentence abruptly stopped.
"Cough, cough, sorry to interrupt! Please continue, let me close the door for you!"
Craig Landers nearly choked on his own saliva.
A mischievous glint in his eyes, he reached out to close the cabin door.
"This, it’s not what you think!"
Elara Don’s face was as red as a drop of blood.
She frantically climbed off Damon Hawke, not daring to look at him, and hurriedly ran out.
Damon Hawke grabbed the towel beside him, tied it on, and stood up from the floor.
Inhaling deeply, he seemed to still smell the sweet scent she left in the air.
Familiar and captivating.
What a temptress!
Damon Hawke’s Adam’s apple bobbed, he breathed deep, feeling the need for another hot shower.
Outside.
Elara Don patted her burning face, wishing she could find a hole to disappear into.
Footsteps came from behind.
"Hey, beauty, have a seat."
Craig Landers’ wickedly charming face smiled, his long fingers pointed at the nearby sofa.
Elara Don tucked her hair, dryly smiled at him, somewhat awkwardly sitting on the sofa.
Craig Landers shook the bottle of wine and juice, "What’ll you have?"
"Juice, please. Thank you."
Craig Landers raised an eyebrow, poured her a glass of juice.
"Beauty, meeting is fate, let’s introduce ourselves."
"I’m Charlotte Soo. Thank you and Tom for your rescue."
Elara Don’s feelings gradually calmed, she spoke softly.
"I’m Craig Landers, nice to meet you."
Craig Landers raised his wine glass towards Elara Don, took a sip.
"Craig Landers? I know you, you’re the CEO of Lockwood Pictures, always seeing gossip about you and actresses online."
Craig Landers: "..."
Good news never travels; bad news spreads far!
"Those stories are media fabrications, don’t take them seriously!"
Elara Don smiled nonchalantly.
She wasn’t close to him, naturally indifferent to his affairs.
Yet, what was the relationship between him and the man in the cabin?
"Mr. Landers, what’s your relationship with Tom?"
"Ah! Me and Tom..."
"Cough, he’s my boss!"
Damon Hawke walked into the lounge area, tossed a blanket to Elara Don, spoke lightly.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Craig Landers choked, his hand repeatedly pounding his chest.
He’s Damon Hawke’s boss?
Brother, this is too much excitement!
Damon Hawke gave him a cold glance, with a warning in his eyes.
Craig Landers understood, sat up slightly straighter, laughed, "Yes, Tom is my...bodyguard, my most reliable assistant."
It’s quite an honor to pretend to be someone’s boss for once!
Tom is Craig Landers’ bodyguard?
Wasn’t he a thug?
Elara Don skeptically scanned the two, pondering.
"Tell me, how did you end up falling into the sea?"
Damon Hawke took a seat beside her, looked at her exposed fair legs, frowned, and pulled the blanket down slightly.
Elara Don didn’t mind his actions, because thinking of her fall just filled her with anger.
Victoria Don is such a vicious woman!
Tricked her to the seaside, wanting her dead!
Luckily, she was fortunate enough to meet Tom.
"It’s my boss’s girlfriend, she always suspected I was seducing my boss, so she tricked me to the seaside and did something cruel."
Elara Don wrapped the blanket tightly, her face tense.
So it was Victoria Don who pushed Elara Don into the sea?
Damon Hawke’s gaze darkened, he glanced at Craig Landers.
Craig Landers likewise frowned, all traces of humor gone.
Truly a dangerous woman!
Although normally Victoria Don acts all delicate and pliable.
If she weren’t Charlie’s biological mother, she wouldn’t have caught Damon Hawke’s eyes!
"Charlotte Soo, your boss’s girlfriend thought you were trying to seduce her man, so do you have feelings for your boss?"
Craig Landers’ teasing eyes gleamed, full of gossip, he looked at Elara Don.
He really wanted to know if the woman his buddy was interested in had feelings for Damon Hawke himself?
"No, I see him as just a regular superior-subordinate relationship."
Elara Don frowned slightly, glanced at Craig Landers.
"Oh? No feelings for your boss, but what about Tom? Surely you have feelings?"
Craig Landers couldn’t resist making trouble, he asked cheerfully.