"You need to take your medicines."
His voice had a hint of huskiness and a nasal twang, and his eyes were a bit glazed.
In all honesty, he had looked at her several times. Each time, he thought she was dozing off, but soon enough, she would fight off the sleepiness and open her eyes, staring blankly at the alarm clock at his bedside, then stealing a glance at him.
He didn't understand why she was fighting it so hard, but now, it seemed he did.
This woman.
He put down the documents, picked up a glass of water, and swallowed the medication under her watchful eyes.
Chloe ran her fingers through her hair, "Are you sure you don't want to catch some sleep? Honestly, pushing yourself to work right now is not as good as getting better first. You'd be more efficient then."
Over the years, working while sick had become a habit of hers.
"It's okay. Just a bit more work to finish. If I don't get it done, I'll be on edge."
The guy had OCD.
She sighed and retreated back to the couch.
Damon raised an eyebrow; she was being quite obedient.
By the time Damon finished reviewing the last document and looked up, she had dozed off for a while on the couch .
She was lying sideways, her head resting on her arm, facing him.
Her body was slightly curled up, and legs tucked in. The position causing her nightdress to ride up, revealing her pale legs.
Damon's gaze darkened a bit, as he rubbed his temples.
This woman had no hidden agendas.
He walked over, bending over to look at her. Her hair was covering most of her face, and her skin was pale, clean, and pretty.
He couldn't understand why Lance would let go of a woman like her.
Just her looks alone set her head and shoulders above other women.
Not to mention, she was such a cute girl.
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