CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN

NOT EXACTLY HIS TYPE

A couple of days later, Damon was in his lounge working on his laptop. He looked up from the white screen at the sound of footsteps, the soft padding toward where he was.

“Damon, can you help cut… “ Lilliana stepped out of the hallway and into the luxurious spacious hall a minute later in her pyjamas, holding a pair of scissors in her left hand. The girl was now temporarily living with him in his secure penthouse while her father was busy searching for a new house or so she was told. After her two bodyguards were killed in the fire, the men didn't want to take any more chances and she… unaware of the real reason agreed.

The girl halted when she realised that the man wasn't alone… his so-called personal assistant was with him, looking just as perfect as she did when Lilliana first met her. Her face contorted into a disapproving frown, her chest tightening with envy at how close the woman's close proximity to Damon. It made the girl uncomfortable to see the woman s