Chapter 8 Locking Lips

Nicole's eyes widened with shock and fear. The man who had tried to molest her in the car not two hours ago was here! On her doorstep! He must have followed her. She slammed the door in his face, her heart racing.

"Sir, please leave! Otherwise, I will have to call the police!"

A second later, her phone rang. She had just saved the number of Harry's father on her phone's contacts just now. A familiar voice came through.

"Miss Qiao, I'm here to pick up my son."

She almost dropped her phone from sheer shock. 'He is Harry's father?'

She opened the door. The man standing outside waved the phone in his hand. "Do you need me to confirm it again?"

Bright red, Nicole invited him in.

Fitted in a high-end tailor suit, Damon seemed out of place in such a cramped space.

Nicole poured a glass of water for Damon. "Drink something first. Harry's just fallen asleep."

"Thank you."

They hands brushed when he took the cup and Nicole shivered violently, spilling the water all over his trousers.

"I'm so sorry!"

Nicole fumbled to pick up a tissue and wipe his trousers. In doing so, she accidentally hit Damon's thigh with her elbow. He let out a groan of pain.

"Miss Qiao, your hair got stuck on my zipper when we met for the first time. Now that we are meeting for the second time, you poured water on my pants and elbowing my leg. Are you doing it on purpose?"

Damon raised her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"I... I didn't mean it!" Nicole's face turned red.

"Then why is my son at your house?"

"He was hungry. He stole some expired bread in a supermarket and ate it, but the saleswoman caught him," snapped Nicole angrily. "You are his father. Why did you leave such a young child outside on his own? He was dirty and famished, reduced to pick up the expired bread thrown away by others. I've never seen a parent as irresponsible as you!"

Damon clenched his jaw.

'I should have fired Liana. How could she lose a three-year-old child and try to hide it from me?'

His fingers lingered on her face for few seconds. He finally let her go and made his way towards the bedroom.

Nicole stopped him before he could reach it. "Wait a minute. I just told him not to eat expired food. He was too hungry and needed to find something to eat. He is very smart."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "I just want to use your bathroom to dry my pants."

Nicole felt a little awkward. "Okay."

"Thank you." The sarcasm is his voice was barely noticeable.

The bathroom was not made to accommodate his tall frame. There only was a shower head, a washstand and a toilet. He could barely move around.

The faint smell of body wash tingled his nose. It was a lovely smell. He tried to find out where it was coming from.

He turned around and almost bumped into the towel hanger over his head. There was something on it. A bra!

Nicole suddenly remembered that her bra was hung in the bathroom. Oh no! She had forgotten to take it to the balcony.

Ashamed, she buried her face in her hands. What must he be thinking now?

While Nicole was hovering around the door of the bathroom, she could still hear the sound of water inside. She put her ear against the lock, listening intently.

'This man is so elegant. He would not be doing anything inappropriate, would he?'

The door opened at that very moment.

"Ah!"

Taken by surprise, Nicole lost her balance.

Damon hadn't expected Nicole to be spying on him. Without thinking, he grasped her waist as she was falling on him.

He landed heavily on his back.

As for Nicole, her face bumped against Damon's and their lips locked for an instant.