Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 163: Not Going Home Tonight

Damon Hawke finally finished eating a bowl of noodles.

He took Elara Don’s water cup and drank down the water.

"Do you want more?"

Elara Don tidied up the table and asked.

"I’ll do it myself."

Damon Hawke stood up and walked toward the water dispenser.

Elara Don pursed her lips, watching the man pour himself water, a slight stir in her heart.

Under the warm light, in this cozy little home, he seemed like a master of the house...

Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

What kind of nonsense is she thinking again?

Master of the house? He’s a big liar!

Elara Don suppressed all thoughts, her heart slowly settling.

After she finished cleaning the kitchen, she saw a big and little person sitting on the sofa watching the computer.

Their expressions were uncannily similar.

Damon Hawke was saying something to Dominic Hawke.

Probably teaching him computer knowledge.

A child’s growth is inseparable from a father’s presence.

But this man...

Elara Don’s eyes flickered, she tidied the strands of hair by her ear.

She didn’t want to soften her heart.

"Mr. Hawke, it’s getting late, you can go now."

Upon hearing this, Damon Hawke handed the computer to Dominic Hawke.

Pressing his hand on his stomach, his brows slightly furrowed.

"My stomach is a bit uncomfortable, let me rest for a bit."

Uncomfortable stomach?

Was it because he ate something too spicy?

Elara Don was stunned, a hint of concern flashed in her eyes.

"Is your stomach very uncomfortable? Should we go to the hospital?"

She’s really too childish.

Knowing that he’s often busy with work, has irregular eating habits, and already has a stomach condition, yet still mischievously made his food spicy.

She’s even more thoughtless than her son!

"Elly, are you worried about me?"

Damon Hawke noticed Elara Don’s concern and apology, a smile flickered in his eyes.

Elara Don was stunned, meeting his deep gaze, her eyes flickered, her voice turning cold.

"Mr. Hawke, please don’t always be so self-absorbed, okay? I’m indeed concerned about you, but it’s nothing more. I’m just afraid that if you get sick here, The Hawthorne will kill me."

Even if she’s genuinely worried about him, she doesn’t want him to misunderstand.

Is he feeling very pleased?

Watching her gradually crumble in front of him?

Damon Hawke looked deeply at her, seeing her expression turn cold, the smile on his face also faded.

He felt a bit devilish.

Why does she always show a bad face to his CEO self?

Otherwise, he might as well live with her always as Thomas King.

"Mr. Hawke, here are stomach pills, take them first. If they don’t work, I suggest Assistant Quinn comes over to take you to the hospital."

Elara Don took out the household’s spare stomach medicine, placing it in front of Damon Hawke.

Damon Hawke glanced at her without speaking, just obediently took her water cup and swallowed two stomach pills.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome."

Elara Don’s attitude was distant.

After waiting a little while, seeing Damon Hawke still not showing signs of leaving, she pursed her lips and pulled Dominic Hawke over.

"Charlie, let’s go wash up."

"Okay."

Dominic Hawke, not very talkative, just gave Damon Hawke a look of ’good luck,’ held Elara Don’s hand, and went to wash up.

He already let Dad set foot into the house; next, it’s up to Dad’s own efforts!

"Charlie, here’s your new towel, for brushing your teeth..."

In the bathroom, a woman’s clear and tender voice came through, brimming with affection.

Damon Hawke’s dark eyes deepened, he reached a hand to rub his stomach.

He’s not going back tonight, no matter how cold she is to him, he enjoys this warm moment like a family of three.

Dominic Hawke finished washing up and returned to the children’s room.

His little phone was already full of numerous messages.

All sent by Bea.

"Brother, is Dad still here?"

"Brother, quickly tell me what’s going on!"

"Brother, can I go home now?"

"Mmm mmm, Brother, you’re so bad, being alone with Dad and Mommy!"

"..."

Message after message of accusations making Dominic Hawke grin.

He immediately sent a message back.

"Bea, Dad hasn’t left yet! Just now Mommy made him a bowl of noodles, Dad’s a bit sick to his stomach, probably will stay and let Mommy take care of him."

"What? Mmm mmm, then I can only go home tomorrow morning?"

"Sorry, Bea, if Dad comes again next time, I’ll definitely let you stay home."

Dominic Hawke sending apologies.

Bea’s message came, "Humph humph, if Dad is still here tomorrow morning, I want to trade places with you."

"Okay."

"..."

The two little ones chatted back and forth idly.

Outside.

Elara Don finished tidying the bathroom, seeing Damon Hawke still sitting on the sofa handling business, she pursed her lips.

"Mr. Hawke, is your stomach better?"

"Better."

Damon Hawke’s gaze stopped on the computer screen, responding indifferently.

He’s treating this place as his own home?

Elara Don’s beautiful brows furrowed slightly, "Mr. Hawke, it’s getting late, we need to rest."

Is someone not planning to go back tonight?

Her gaze fell on the ground beside her; she suddenly found a pile of things that didn’t belong to Charlie.

This man...

"Well, Charlie is staying outside for the first time, I’m not at ease, so I’ll stay with him tonight."

Damon Hawke said it straightforwardly.

Elara Don had three drops of sweat on her forehead.

"Mr. Hawke, I don’t think that’s necessary at all..."

"I think it is."

Damon Hawke raised his eyes, interrupting Elara Don.

"Elly, my stomach still hurts a bit now, if I go back home, my family is sure to make a fuss, then I’m afraid their anger might spread to you."

Could this excuse get any lamer?

Elara Don ground her teeth.

"Mr. Hawke, my home is small, there’s no extra bed for you to sleep."

"No worries, I can just make do on the sofa."

Damon Hawke raised his eyebrows, responding calmly.

Elara Don’s hand was itching.

Is someone betting she can’t kick him out?

Leaving the big bed at home and squeezing into her little nest?

The woman’s eyes flared with fire, her angry look like a little field mouse.

Damon Hawke’s eyes flickered with fine laughter.

He closed the computer, straightened up, and said, "Alright, I’ll go wash up then."

He likes seeing her get riled up but helpless against him.

Very cute!

"Hey, Mr. Hawke, you..."

Elara Don was utterly speechless.

She grabbed Damon Hawke, only wanting to chase him away.

Damon Hawke stopped, reached out, and embraced her waist.

"What’s up? Want to take care of me while I wash up? Sure, I’ll fulfill your wish."

Elara Don: "..."

Does someone have to be so imaginative!

She didn’t want to take care of him while washing up!

"Mr. Hawke, you’re still as narcissistic as always!"

Elara Don pushed him away with a flushed face and took two steps back.

"You need to have the capital to be narcissistic, Elly, are you sure you don’t want to see my capital?"

Damon Hawke’s long fingers undid two buttons on his chest, exposing a large patch of firm skin. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

"Damon Hawke, you’re a pervert! Get inside now!"

Elara Don turned around hurriedly, her face full of shyness and annoyance.

Damon Hawke chuckled lightly, no longer teasing her, and strode into the bathroom.

We’ve already slept together, she’s seen his body before.

What’s there to be shy about!