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

away from me!”

stopped him in

could do something like

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

looked at him coldly, then stood up from the wall, intending to

discomfort, reaching out

“Chloe…

*Don’t touch me!

eyed him warily.

her lifted foot, a hint of regret and remorse

take you to the doctor…”

Chloe refused outright.

away from me. Remember who you are, Lance.”

Keira stood there, her face full of anger.

when he saw Keira, then he calmly averted his

indifference in Lance’s attitude piercing her

eyes, yet he

was wrong

cold demeanor. Lance watched her limping away, his heart aching, but

disappeared, Lance slumped down on the steps, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head

filled

to her ankle, she called her assistant to

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, amplified her nausea.

sick… the child

dressed immaculately and elegantly, giving off the air of

daughter, she said, “Of course, only those who

to Chloe, offering her the sausage