Nine months too late: After divorce

The two of them were pressed closely together, and Damon's suit was already half-drenched. Meanwhile, Nyla was completely naked.

Just thinking about the scene made Nyla feel a mix of embarrassment and frustration.

If she had known it was Damon outside, she definitely wouldn't have asked him to bring her pajamas.

Biting her lip, she instinctively tried to push him away.

Just as her hands pressed against his chest, however, his low voice rumbled from above, "Do you want to fall again?"

Nyla froze for a moment, then lowered her eyes and said, "Y-You can let go of me now. I've steadied myself..."

Damon looked down at her. She had her head slightly bowed, her face flushed, and her long hair was still dripping water.

They were so close that the rising and falling of their chests stirred some unbidden thoughts. She had no idea just how tempting she looked in that moment. Damon's breath quickened, and he struggled to control himself, trying not to act on his desires. Despite that, his body was betraying him.

Nyla's cheeks burned even more. She gritted her teeth and glared at him. "Damon, don't go too far!"

Her face was flushed, and her clear, bright eyes sparkled with anger.

Damon's gaze darkened as he abruptly spun her around, pinning her against the door.

The frosted glass door showcased her beautiful curves, igniting a fire within him.

The cold glass behind Nyla contrasted sharply with Damon's warm body pressed against hers, leaving her in a state of discomfort, caught between two extremes. "What do you think you're doing, Damon?" she asked.

Damon grasped her chin, leaning down to kiss her fiercely. His kiss was both hungry and urgent, like a beast trying to devour her whole.

Nyla wanted to struggle, but there was no escaping his grip

Time felt as if it slipped away until she was almost out of breath. Only then did Damon release her.

Nyla raised her hand to slap him, but he caught her wrist and murmured in a low voice, "Nyla, this is payment for bringing you pajamas.'

11

Damon's warm breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.

Fuming, Nyla shot back, "I asked Lydia to bring me pajamas! You're not Lydia!"

"Regardless, I'm the one who brought you pajamas. You know me-I'm a businessman," he replied coolly.

Nyla clenched her teeth, her voice icy. "So can you just give me the pajamas now and get out?!"!

Upon seeing her chest rise and fall in frustration, Damon's gaze darkened again. But he also understood that he had already crossed a line today. Pushing any further would only make her resist him more. Suppressing his errant thoughts, he handed her the pajamas. "Is this the one you wanted? If not, I can go get a

different one."

Nyla snatched the nightgown from his hands, covering herself with it. Her voice was filled with anger as she said, "Get out!"

Not wanting to push her further, Damon simply opened the door and left.

Nyla quickly pulled on the nightgown and rushed to the mirror. Seeing her swollen lips and wet eyes, she frowned.

It was true she hadn't verified who was outside when she asked for pajamas, and now she was stuck in this awkward situation.

Just as she was about to dry her hair, her phone rang. It was Caroline. She then remembered that she had a meeting to report on the progress of her experiments.

Nyla hastily towel-dried her hair and walked outside as she answered the call.Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she found Damon still in her bedroom. She shot him a glare and pointed to the door.

"Nyla, everyone is waiting in the meeting. You can start your report now." Caroline's voice came through the phone.

"Okay," Nyla replied, ignoring Damon as she moved to her desk. She turned on her laptop and began the report. We've recently conducted five sets of experiments..."

As she spoke, she suddenly felt someone holding her hair, wrapping it in a towel.

Startled, she turned to Damon and whispered, "I'm reporting on work right now! You should go out!"

While drying her hair, Damon replied, "I'm the CEO of Prospectus Technology. I want to hear your report too."

11

Nyla was speechless. Before she could respond, Caroline's puzzled voice echoed. "Nyla, why did you stop? Is there a problem?"

She quickly answered, "No... No problem! I'll continue right away."

Not bothering with Damon, she returned her attention to her laptop and resumed the report.

Behind her, Damon carefully dried her long hair until it no longer dripped, then removed the towel and grabbed the hairdryer, preparing to help her finish drying her hair.

Nyla was startled by his actions and quickly grabbed his hand. "I haven't finished my report yet. Wait until later to blow-dry my hair!"

A flicker of annoyance crossed Damon's face. "Can't you just report tomorrow? It's after work hours now."

"No! The other team members have experiments to conduct tomorrow. They only have time now. Besides, it won't hurt to wait a bit to dry my hair. I can do it later," Nyla insisted.

"With the temperature so low, if you catch a cold-" Damon began.

Nyla interrupted, "I won't! I'm perfectly healthy. I won't catch a cold. Just go out. I'll be done soon-at most in 20 minutes."

"Ten minutes," Damon stated.

Nyla bit her lip and countered, "No, 15 minutes."

If she hadn't been worried that the people in the meeting might hear, she would have kicked Damon out already.

Seeing the stubbornness in her eyes, Damon felt displeased but reluctantly agreed.

"Fine, I'll give you 15 minutes. When the time's up, I'm turning on the hairdryer," he warned. After saying that, he set a 15-minute timer on his phone and placed it next to Nyla's laptop. Once Damon was settled, Nyla quickly resumed her report. She rushed to finish, completing it just ten seconds before the timer went off.

After hanging up, she leaned back in her chair and let out a sigh of relief.

"Can I blow-dry your hair now?" Damon asked.

Nyla turned to him, reaching out. "Hand me the hairdryer.

"You were in such a rush during your report. Do you have the energy to dry your hair yourself now?" Damon asked again.

Nyla shot him an annoyed look. Whose fault was it that she was tired?

Before she could reply, Damon turned on the hairdryer. Once he confirmed it was on warm air, he picked up some of her hair and began drying it.