Trapped in His Love Obsession

Chapter 32

After taking a bath with some aromatherapy, Livia’s body relaxes.

She just wants to sleep. She’s so tired. Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Livia plopped down on the bed. Roll right and left. “Very comfortable.”

She was exhausted from the shop.

Livia reaches for her cellphone. Unfortunately, assistant Brown has not provided information on when Damian will return. But Livia thinks that Mr. Matt will surely wake her up later even if she sleeps.

In the end, the girl fell asleep on the bed.

Meanwhile, Damian’s car had entered the main gate not long after. Assistant Brown has already informed Mr. Matt.

“Miss Livia is sleeping, Young master,” Brown said after he read the message from Mr. Matt.

“Let her.”

“Okay.” Brown typed a quick message, then sent it to Mr. Matt.

The car pulled over right in the yard. Mr. Matt was already standing at the door, walking over to greet Damian. Damian hints for Brown to leave. The secretary nodded and waited in silence until Damian disappeared from behind the door.

“Young master, Madam invites a guest to have dinner together tonight.” Mr. Matt helps Damian take off his coat.

“Just prepare everything. Where’s Livia?” She did not care about the guests invited by his mother.

“Young lady is sleeping in the room.”

Mr. Matt followed Damian’s steps until he entered the room.

Damian looked around the room and then looked at the bed. He smiled briefly at Livia lying there.

Mr. Matt rushed to get his sandals and took off his shoes.

“Do you want to take a shower?”

“No, you can go. I want to rest for a while.”

“Okay, Young master.” Mr. Matt nodded his head and left the room.

‘Look at this little cat. How dare she sleep when I get home from work?’ Damian sat on the edge of the bed and poked Livia’s cheek, who then looked up.

Damian was lying beside Livia. He unconsciously kissed the sleeping girl’s cheek. Or maybe he actually knows what he did.

He must have gone crazy! But he seemed to enjoy the comfortable look of his wife sleeping next to him.

After a few minutes, Livia was already sitting on the sofa. She was surprised when she heard the sound of water in the bathroom, meaning Damian was back.

‘Shit, I fell asleep again!’ She was blaming herself for falling asleep even though she clearly knew Damian was going home for dinner at home.

“How shall I excuse him later. Okay, the important thing is to apologize and smile. Even if he threw a towel or sandal, I had to smile.’

Livia clenched her fists excitedly to save herself.

“Are you awake?” Damian emerged from the dressing room, fully clothed and neatly combed his hair.

‘Why is he so handsome? If only I wasn’t his maid, uh his wife… no, no, a wife who is like a maid or whatever I’m called. I must be a fan.’ “Sorry, Master.”

Damian glared.

“Sorry, Darling.” Livia hurriedly changed her mouth.

Damian plopped down on the sofa, pulling Livia’s arm to sit back down.

Livia shifted her body to stay at a safe distance from the touch or the smell of the perfume.

“What are you doing today?”

“Cleaning up shop.”

“So, you like what I sent to you?” Damian was smiling proudly as if he had conquered the country and won.

“Of course, my shop has become more beautiful and comfortable. Thanks to you. I must thank you for your concern.”

“It’s good that you know gratitude.”

Yeah, Livia could only smile wryly and furiously.

‘Stop touching my hair.’ “What are you wearing for your hair?” Damian curled her hair again, causing her to sit up and move quietly beside Damian. If she doesn’ t do it, her scalp will definitely hurt because Damian keeps playing with her hair.

“What’s this smell? What shampoo do you use?” Damian sniffed on Livia’s hair strands as it kissing them.

‘What! Why did you kiss my hair? Didn’t you say my hair is ugly and hurt your eyes?’ Wondering why Damian has become so weird lately.

“I use the shampoo in the bathroom, just like yours.”

“Really? Why does it smell different? Try mine.” Damian thrust his head in so Livia could sniff his hair.

Livia beside him couldn’t help but frown. What was he doing?

“Smell my hair.” Thrusting his head.

“O, okay.”

Livia got up from sitting and standing in front of Damian. First, she kissed his hair from a distance. Then, she tried to bring her nose closer because it was not too smelly.

“How does it smell?”

Livia was thinking and mumbled for a while. Yes, it’s clearly the same. They do use the same shampoo.

“Seems the same.”

TUG!

“Ouch, my nose!” Livia screamed in a low voice that couldn’t be heard. When he stands up suddenly, Livia’s nose bumps his head. “Hey, I told you to smell the shampoo in my hair. Not kissing my head. Are you looking for a chance to kiss me?”

“You are the one who suddenly stands up, and I just hit my nose.” Livia was defending herself and trying to clear the misunderstanding.

“Just admit it, you really want to kiss me, don’t you?” Damian pointed at Livia’s nose with an annoyed face. “Kiss my hair, not my head,” he said again with a satisfied look.

“No, Master, I didn’t…”

Damian is already glaring.

“No, Darling.”

“It’s okay if you kiss me. This time I forgive you.” Damian got up from sitting and walked out of the room.

“Hey, wait, let’s clear up this misunderstanding! Who wants to kiss you? I didn’t mean to kiss you at all. You’re the one who stands up!”

But Damian didn’t listen to her at all and has gotten out of the bedroom.