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…”

T

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

from

stopped him

thought Lance could

on the surface, he was a polite gentleman. He would never do something like what he did

intending to leave. The pain in her foot made her wince,

reaching out to help.

“Chloe…

*Don’t touch me!

him

on her lifted foot, a hint of regret and remorse

take you

need!” Chloe refused outright.

from me. Remember

that, she glanced towards the staircase. Keira stood there, her face full

gaze flickered when he saw Keira, then he

indifference in Lance’s attitude piercing her

eyes, yet he

was wrong with him?

demeanor. Lance watched her limping away, his heart aching, but he didn’t have the right to even get close.

resting his

there silently, her heart filled with rage

to her ankle,

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.

the child said with an accent.

back at Chloe. She saw her dressed immaculately and elegantly, giving off the

“Of course, only those

girl turned to Chloe, offering her