CEO's office.
Watching Damon Hawke take out some ointment from the medicine box to apply on her burn, Elara Don felt entirely uneasy.
The scenes from the banquet still lingered in her mind.
This guy is such a scoundrel!
"Mr. Hawke, I can do it myself."
Damon remained silent, his warm, large hand holding her slender one, gently applying the cool ointment to her wound.
The man's expression was very focused, his handsome face had returned to normal, no redness or blemishes visible.
Being so close, she could see that his skin was more delicate than a woman's.
What a handsome man!
So, why did today's scoundrel suddenly change his demeanor?
"Do I look good?"
His magnetic voice sounded, his deep eyes slightly lifted, making her heart skip a beat with just a touch.
Elara quickly withdrew her gaze, adjusted the stray locks of hair by her ear, and coughed lightly to cover her discomfort, "I was just noticing your face has healed. It seems Mr. Hawke has quite thick skin."
