Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 381: Has It Already Worn Off?

Damon Hawke entered the room and had a relaxing bath.

Wearing black silk pajamas, he dried his damp hair with a towel as he exited the bathroom.

Just as he was about to use the hairdryer on his wet hair, he heard some noise at the door.

Damon paused his actions, glanced up at the door, and saw Victoria Don pushing it open.

How did she get in?

Why didn’t the bodyguards stop her?

Damon’s brow furrowed slightly as he asked softly, "What do you want?"

"Tom, did you just finish your bath?"

Victoria gazed at the handsome man in front of her, swallowed hard.

Damon Hawke was indeed handsome!

Not only were his eyes and brows attractive, but he had a tall, sturdy physique. Imagining doing that with him, he must be powerful and enthralling, right?

She had spent so many years with him, and her biggest regret was never having been intimate.

Tonight, she must sleep with him!

Victoria thought as she took off her coat, revealing her seductive silk nightdress.

She swayed her hips and walked toward Damon, smiling coquettishly.

"Tom, I’ve come to keep you company."

The woman’s nightdress was slightly transparent, under the light, hugging her body, revealing hints of allure.

She had undoubtedly done her homework, knowing her strengths.

No man could resist such a stunning figure.

Damon discreetly looked away, feeling his blood boiling.

It wasn’t his true desire, merely the Gu in his body excited.

Two voices were battling in his head.

"Damon Hawke, this is the woman you love most, she’s offering herself, quickly indulge in love with her."

"Damon Hawke, don’t do it, it’s an illusion! The person you love is Amelia Miles!"

Damon’s Adam’s apple bobbed, instinctively clutching his chest, he said deeply, "I have work to do, you should go back."

"Tom, it’s so late, don’t work anymore."

Victoria leaned into Damon’s chest, reaching for his hand, guiding it toward her body...

Meanwhile, in the children’s room.

Dominic Hawke turned on the computer, habitually checking the location devices in Damon Hawke and Victoria Don’s phones before sleeping.

Upon seeing Victoria’s phone signal appear in Damon’s room, he suddenly sat up in bed.

Something’s wrong!

Why did the wicked woman go into dad’s room?

Where are the bodyguards?

Why didn’t they stop her!

Dominic got out of bed and called Bea.

"Brother, wake up, the bad woman is about to do something."

Bea was about to sleep, hearing her brother’s words, she immediately jumped out of another child’s room.

"Brother, what’s wrong?"

"Quick, to dad’s room, the bad woman is inside."

Dominic wore a serious expression.

Bea’s small face turned serious too.

The two rushed toward Damon’s room with their small steps.

Arriving at the door, they saw two bodyguards asleep in the corner.

The two exchanged a glance, furrowing their brows.

Bea angrily kicked the door, "Dad, open the door!"

Dominic tiptoed, trying to reach the doorknob.

At that moment, the door opened, revealing Damon standing there calmly.

"Haven’t you two gone to sleep yet?"

The two glanced up at him, about to say something when Victoria walked over from behind him.

She wore a slight frown, staring unfriendly at the two kids.

"Dad, why is she in your room?"

Dominic asked sternly.

"Wicked woman, who allowed you into my dad’s room? Get out!"

Bea shouted loudly too.

"Don’t you two have any manners? Your dad likes me, we’re both adults, obviously doing adult things late at night, now hurry back to sleep!"

Victoria’s good moment was interrupted, she snapped irritably.

Damon raised an eyebrow, didn’t speak, enjoying watching the scene unfold.

"My dad doesn’t like you, please leave my dad’s room."

Dominic’s face was stern, resembling Damon’s temper when angered.

Bea glared at Victoria, suddenly dashed into the room and threw a cup of water at Victoria.

"Bad woman, did you hear? Leave my dad’s room quickly."

The water was still a bit hot, Victoria screamed from being splashed, "Ah, it’s burning me! You two little brats, are you looking to die!"

"Get out, leave now! Or you’re the one who’s going to die!"

Bea furiously began punching and kicking Victoria.

Dominic discarded his gentlemanliness, together helping Bea push Victoria out of the bedroom.

"Tom, control them!"

Victoria, upset and angry, held her hand from the scalding, painful with saline from physiological tears.

Seeing the tears in her eyes, Damon felt his chest tighten.

Instinctively he wanted to step forward to comfort her, hug her, but reason made him grip his fingers, reluctantly restraining his steps.

He shouldn’t comfort her!

The person he loves most isn’t her!

"Tom."

The woman’s voice was pitiful and pleading.

Damon felt a metallic taste rise in his throat, losing control.

Bam, the bedroom door closed, the two little ones finally chased the pestilence away.

"Phew, that was exhausting, finally got rid of the bad woman."

Bea clapped her little hands, sighed in relief.

Dominic was also relieved, turning to look at Damon.

"Dad..."

"Pfft!"

Damon couldn’t hold back, and spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Dominic stopped mid-sentence, staring in shock at his father.

Bea was equally stunned, then urgently reacted.

"Dad, what’s wrong? Why are you spitting blood?"

Damon wiped away the blood at his mouth, barely calming his emotions.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine."

"How can you be fine? Dad, is it your body having problems?"

Dominic reacted too, frowning tightly.

"No, it’s the reaction after rejecting the bad woman, it’ll pass soon."

Damon patted the little heads of the two, "Alright, don’t worry anymore, quickly go to sleep. Also, don’t mention this to your mom."

He didn’t want Amelia Miles to worry.

Otherwise she’d definitely cry red tears.

The two exchanged a glance, without speaking, their faces full of concern.

Dad spits blood just by rejecting the bad woman?

That’s too terrifying.

...

Victoria returned to her room, angrily swiping everything from the table onto the floor.

Those two damn little things, should’ve killed one of them long ago.

Wouldn’t annoy her now.

She almost had something happen with him!

But those two little things ruined it!

Victoria’s chest heaved.

She looked at the wet clothes on her, took a clean outfit to change.

Thinking of something, her hand paused while undressing.

Not right.

Damon should have been at her mercy because of the Gu.

But just now she cried to him, and he remained unmoved.

How could it be?

Could it be the Gu on him has lost its effect?