Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 164: What Are You Nervous About

After Damon Hawke went into the bathroom, Elara Don only belatedly realized that she had agreed to let him stay.

Instantly, she was full of regret.

How did she get ensnared by his handsome features?

Well, since he said it doesn’t matter if he sleeps on the sofa, let him sleep on the sofa then!

Elara let out a long breath and went into the children’s room to check on her son.

"Charlie, are you going to sleep now?"

The little guy was spending his first night in Bea’s room.

The space was a bit small; hopefully, he would be comfortable.

"Not yet."

Dominic Hawke was sitting on the small bed, looking at Elara. "Mommy, where’s Dad?"

"He’s taking a shower."

Elara sat on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the little guy’s head.

Fortunately, she had found her eldest son.

And fortunately, her eldest son was with his father.

Though she didn’t want to admit it, Damon Hawke was indeed very handsome.

Look at the two sons, how exquisite they are.

Ugh, was she really speaking well of a certain liar?

She shouldn’t be doing that.

"Mommy, is Dad not going back tonight?"

Dominic’s eyes lit up when he heard Damon was taking a shower.

"Yes, he won’t leave even if I try to make him, he’s so shameless."

Elara mocked.

Dominic grinned and asked, "Mommy, which room will Dad sleep in?"

Dad is impressive!

He found a way to stay.

Even though Mommy called him shameless, it was not a big deal.

"There’s no room for him, let him sleep on the sofa."

Elara said irritably.

Dominic blinked, "Mommy, isn’t there another room? Dad’s legs are long; he’ll be uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa."

The house has three rooms; besides the one Mommy sleeps in, there is the room Aunt used to stay in.

With Bea not at home, Dad doesn’t need to sleep on the sofa!

"That guest room is reserved for Aunt; it can’t be casually used for men to sleep in."

Elara said, "If your dad doesn’t want to sleep on the sofa, he’ll go home."

She was doing it on purpose, not wanting Damon to stay.

Dominic blinked, clearly understanding.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw in his peripheral vision a tall figure appear at the doorway.

He tugged on Elara’s hand, "Mommy..."

"Charlie, no sulking."

Even if he sulked, it was useless. She was determined to make Damon sleep on the sofa today.

"No, Daddy finished his shower already."

Dominic pointed to the door, smiling brightly.

Elara’s figure froze, and when she turned, she saw Damon standing there in a black nightgown, towel-drying his hair.

His tall figure stood at the doorway, looking especially imposing and a touch sensual.

Suppressing the flutter of her heart, Elara stood up and calmly said, "Mr. Hawke, as you can see, Charlie is very comfortable here, so you can rest assured."

Damon was examining the small children’s room.

The room was bright in color, filled with childish fun.

Unlike the children’s room he arranged for Dominic, which was somewhat dull.

He thought that living here would make him feel much happier.

He walked leisurely in, his gaze landing on a children’s study desk.

The desk was neatly arranged with books and several insect bottles.

On one side was a group photo.

Somewhat visible, it was a photo of a woman and a child together.

Damon’s eyes moved slightly, wanting to get a closer look...

Elara hadn’t paid much attention, but as her gaze inadvertently followed Damon’s, her face changed the instant she saw where he was looking.

What was placed on the table was the album with her and Bea.

She couldn’t let Damon see it!

Elara quickly got up, rushing in front of Damon without thinking, and grabbed him.

"Mr. Hawke, it’s late, and Charlie needs to rest."

Damon’s gaze instinctively pulled back, falling on Elara’s face.

He didn’t miss the flash of tension in her eyes.

Tension?

What was she tense about?

Damon’s dark eyes slightly squinted, slightly leaning forward, "What are you tense about?"

The man’s breath approached, carrying the familiar scent of body wash.

He had used her usual body wash for his shower.

Elara, stared at by him, felt her scalp tingle; she swallowed, dragging him out without a care.

"With a grown man like you in my house, what do you think makes me tense?"

He should not have seen that photo frame!

It scared her to death!

Elara dragged Damon out of the children’s room, winking at Dominic and glancing at the desk.

Dominic followed her gaze, suddenly realizing.

Silently sighing with a look of regret.

Just a little more, and Dad would have known the truth.

Dominic pursed his lips, got off the bed, and put the album in the desk’s pocket.

Mom wouldn’t let Dad discover the truth, and as her son, he could only unconditionally follow her lead, alas.

Poor Dad, who knows how long he’ll be kept in the dark.

Outside, Elara let out a long sigh of relief, just about to turn around when she realized she was still tightly holding Damon’s hand.

She hurriedly let go, looking up to meet his smiling eyes, feeling completely uneasy.

"I’ll get you a hairdryer."

What was with that smile?

If not worried about him discovering the truth, she wouldn’t want to have any association with him at all.

Elara shot him a glare and went inside to get the hairdryer.

Damon raised an eyebrow, sitting on the sofa, looking down at his hand.

The touch of the woman seemed to linger.

He found himself missing the little woman’s presence.

But given his current status, he couldn’t dream of having her, maybe not even sharing a bed!

"Here you go."

Elara handed the hairdryer to Damon, seeing him organizing the sofa, seemingly preparing to spend the night there, an inexplicable emotion flashed through her heart.

Her gaze fell on the man’s long legs, recalling her son’s words.

"Dad’s legs are long, he won’t be comfortable sleeping on the sofa."

Look at her, being kind again!

Why should she care if he is comfortable or not, right?

Elara turned around in irritation, quickly heading to the bedroom.

The image of him lying on the sofa with his long legs awkwardly curled came to mind.

She smacked her forehead, a bit speechless about her kindness.

Fine, after all, he is the father of her two sons.

Considering the good genes he provided for the two of them, she’d reluctantly let him sleep in her bed.

Elara arranged her bed, picked up her personal items, and quickly went into the bathroom to wash up.

On the sofa, after organizing his things, Damon opened his laptop, continuing with unfinished work.

Before long, a faint fragrance filled the air.

Damon paused his work, raising his eyes.

Elara had just come out of the bathroom.

She was in pajamas, her hair wet and cascading over her shoulders.

In the lighting, her slender figure exuded a sense of homey calm.

Damon’s eyes were filled with tenderness.

He stood and walked quickly towards her.

Elara was wringing her wet hair.

Her towel had been taken by Damon to dry his hair, so she was left using her hands.

A shadow fell over her, and she looked up to see Damon standing before her.