Chapter 162 Nineteen Years Old Billionaire
Song Recommendation: Feel Good by Gryffin, Illenium
As a few days passed, Damien grew more and more lazy in each passing hour.
Delia had made it her top priority to force Damien to bed rest while ensuring a doctor's check up daily. Clinginess nor obsession could fully define Delia's attachment to him—and he loved every part of it.
She made it worst being feeding him with as food as possible; all being Nigerian meals. He began foreseeing himself becoming obese if she continued at that rate.
Fortunately for him, he began discovered his new addiction to Nigerian food. Or was it just Delia's cooking? Either way, he loved them all.
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Damien moaned softly, tightening his fingers on the pillow he laid on.
He pressed his eyelids harder, moving his fingers over the soft surface. "Huh?" He froze, quickly rejigging his memory.