The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 800

Chloe looked a bit pale, still reeling from the sudden ocident

Lance could feel her panicked breathing. The faint scent of her, along with the warmth and softness of her body, made Lance’s heart start to feel a bit dazed as well. The thought of her with another man….

“Chloe, Chloe ”

Lance’s scalp started to tingle, his longing for her growing wild.

Before Chloe could fully react, his hand around her waist tightened, pulling her close.

A chill ran down Chloe’s spine Ignoring the pain in her foot, she pushed against Lance’s shoulders.

However, Lance held onto her firmly.

*Chloe, I was wrong. I really was.”

Chloe just felt sick, pushing him away with even more force. But he had a firm grip on her hand, and any pressure on her other foot resulted in a sharp pain. With a hand on his shoulder, Chloe asked angrily, “What the hell are you trying to do?!”

Lance was holding her tight, panting out, “I went you, Chloe, I want you…”

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At his words, her breath hitched and a wave of embarrassment and anger flooded her mind. She slapped himn hard across the face. *Shameless!”

Stunned by the slap, Lance paused. Chloé seized the opportunity to push him away.

Lance snapped out of it, feeling a chill creeping up from his feet.

“Chloe…”

tried to approach

from me!”

him in his

Lance could do something like

he was a polite gentleman. He would never do something like what he did today.” “Lance, you’re out of your mind!”

him coldly, then stood up from the wall, intending to leave. The pain in her foot

reaching out

“Chloe…

*Don’t touch me!

him warily.

a hint of regret and remorse

take you to the doctor…”

need!” Chloe

away from me. Remember who

glanced towards the staircase. Keira stood there,

his gaze flickered when he saw Keira,

bit, the indifference in Lance’s attitude

with her own eyes, yet he showed no signs of panic or guilt. Instead, he appeared cold

was wrong with

demeanor. Lance watched her limping away, his heart

her figure finally disappeared, Lance slumped down on the steps, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head in his

filled with rage and endless sorrow.

to her ankle, she called her

sense of disgust and repulsion. Just then, a modestly dressed woman walked past her with a three or four–year–old child. Their scent, which Chloe found

really sick… the child said

saw her dressed immaculately and elegantly, giving off the air of an aloof,

those who are unwell come to

Chloe, offering her the sausage she was