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

away from me!”

glare stopped him in

thought Lance could do something like

before, but at least on the surface, he was a polite gentleman. He would never do something like what he did today.” “Lance, you’re out

at him coldly, then stood up from the wall, intending to leave. The pain

reaching out to help.

“Chloe…

*Don’t touch me!

him

fell on her lifted foot, a hint of regret and remorse in his eyes.

foot’s hurt. Let me take you to the

need!” Chloe

me. Remember who

staircase. Keira stood

he saw Keira, then he calmly averted his

the indifference in

with Chloe with her own eyes, yet he showed no signs of panic or guilt.

wrong with

limping away, his heart aching, but

the steps, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head in his hands.

heart filled with rage and endless

hospital lounge, and after applying ointment to her ankle, she called her assistant to pick her up.

just moments ago, she couldn’t help but wrap her arms around herself, feeling a strong 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 intolerable,

sick… the child said with

dressed immaculately and elegantly, giving off the air of

“Of course, only those who are unwell come

girl turned to Chloe, offering her the sausage she