The Beloved Lady of Mr. Dama

Chapter 10

Seeing Alya's reply who shook his head slowly, he raised his eyebrows, Dama's lips formed a smile. He hurried to change his sandals in the room and walked into the living room.

Alya slapped herself behind him. Why is he so stupid? It was a good opportunity to ask. Think Alya. Why is it so melodramatic? He should not have missed the best opportunity to ask.

Gritting her teeth in regret, Alya followed her silently.

They are both at the dining table. Alya tried hard by serving him like a good wife for sure.

"Dear, try this. It's very tasty, this, and this too. This fish is very tender, melted in the mouth. It's very tasty, "indicate Alya with some menus on the table.

"Hey, honey, are you thirsty? I'll bring you a cup of tea or a glass of water?" hail Alya again.

Dama sat there elegantly. There was not even a single wrinkle on the shirt he was wearing, looking slippery even though he had been working all day. Alya's deep eyes were fixed on him. Quietly wondering what he was working on in his office?

After finishing the last meal, Dama stood up. 

"I still have business to do" said Dama. Then he got up and went to the second floor. 

Seeing her climb the stairs, Alya still did not say what she wanted to say.

Alya sat down on the chair and sighed. Biting his spoon, he banged his head and comforted himself.

 "brave. After all, you owe him. It doesn't matter if you owe him one more!" lirih Alya's.

Alya knew that he was contradicting his own statement. He had just thought that he did not want to owe her anything anymore, but it turned out that he was doing so attentively to her now for help.

But that's the only way, the Damaputra Group offers tremendous advantages, and they pay well. If he was accepted, he would be able to do an internship there, which would not only help him financially but his name would also leave a tremendous impression on his resume.

Thinking of this, Alya made up her mind and finished her food in a huff.

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Up to the second floor, he stood in front of the door, his hands back and forth to knock on the door. After thinking for quite a while, he finally ventured to knock.

 Dama heard the knocking of the door, allowing her to enter.

Taking a deep breath, Alya opened the door and entered. In the dark workroom. Dama was sitting on a desk chair with his shirt arms half rolled up revealing his sturdy forearms. There were some documents scattered beside his hand. Dama looked at him calmly with her blue eyes. He wore a pair of frameless glasses at the base of his straight nose. There was less fierce aura and coldness and more scientific vibration.

Alya closed the door and walked towards him with a fruit plate in her hand. 

Alya said with a sweet smile, "Hana cut the fruit and asked me to bring it for you."

"No, I don't want to eat it."

That direct comment extinguished half of Alya's smoldering spirit. Why is he so cold? Think Alya. Now a little bit of his spirit is collapsing.

After all, since he was here to ask for help, he had to force himself to give the fruit in his hands to him. In order for his goal to be achieved, he did not care if his pride this time went down.

"Eating fruit after dinner will make you healthier. You better eat a little. There is no harm" said Alya.

Dama looked at Alya who was in front of him with her dark eyes.  Put the pen in his hand on the table.

"Let's put." Dama taps on the table to code Alya to put make it.

Huh huh? He's starting to soften a little, isn't he? However, there is a silver lining if he humbles himself. Maybe talking to a powerful person should be like this.

"Let me take a bribe" said Alya.

Dama glanced at him and frowned. 

 While Alya blinked her big eyes at him, raising the apple in his hand. His expression clearly said, 'Come on. I've done so much hard work and anticipated your reaction. How could you not eat it?'   Alya immediately put the apple in her mouth. 

"You must be tired. Let me massage your shoulder." Alya is not out of ideas.

Putting the fork in her hand, Alya ran to the man's back and started massaging him. While massaging, he asked sweetly, "How sick is it? Does it ease the pain of your shoulder?

Alya could not exert much strength from his hands. As he massaged Dama's shoulder that was so stocky.

Dama narrowed his deep eyes and wondered what Alya was planning at the moment.

"He'll avoid me whenever he gets a chance, but now he's massaging me. What's he doing?" inner Dama.

Alya did not say a word during the shoulder massaging. Alya mischievously said afterwards, "Well, let me keep your table fruit plates a bit messy."

"This is a confidential company document. All of them were contracts worth over 100 million. Other than me, there are only a few Damaputra Group people who can see it."

The faint voice of Dama resounded. Alya immediately shrunk her outstretched hand, feeling extremely embarrassed.

 "I didn't touch him. I didn't see a word in the document," Alya murmured.

Dama looked at his nervous gaze, he curled his lips with a smile in his eyes.

 Suddenly, Alya exclaimed as she stretched out her hand, and when she regained consciousness, she had already fallen into the arms of Dama. Their position is very ambiguous.

Alya gulped nervously she said, "Why are you hugging me?"

 Dama looked at him and said, "Isn't this your goal?"

"What?"

Alya was a little surprised. Could it be that he had already said that he was trying to beg her to give him some leeway so that he could pass the Damaputra Group interview and get the job?

Is he a mind reader? How does he know what he's thinking? Think Alya.

"You've been working hard all night to get my attention. Just to seduce me, isn't it?"

Alya was made speechless by Dama's speech.

"You're thinking too much about this, sir. I'm not seducing you, but I'm asking for your help!" alya said frankly in the end. 

His scientific image disappeared as he took off his glasses. His deep eyes showed a hint of lethargic sensuality. His burly fingers raised his chin and then he lowered his head.

As their lips touched, Alya suddenly opened her eyes wide in surprise.

"Where does this situation take him now? Why do we suddenly kiss each other?" muttered Alya.

Alya was trying to stop this from happening any further. But, honey, it's too late.