The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1123

“Alright.” Elizabeth replied, her tone indifferent, “Seven it is.”

Addie nodded, “Okay.”

She then lifted her head to look at Wendy standing by the side, and without any expression, turned and walked away.

Before she even got into the kitchen, she heard Wendy’s low voice.

“Well, Elizabeth… Chloe… I’ll let you be…

Elizabeth glanced at her, “You’re not going to stay for dinner?”

Wendy smiled, “There’s some business at the company that needs my attention. I won’t bother you any longer.” “Oh.”

Elizabeth didn’t say much more, just replied, “Be careful on the road then.”

“Okay.”

After leaving the villa, Wendy glanced at her watch, bit her lip, and hurried towards her car. Her car slowly pulled out of the Harper family driveway and gradually picked up speed, zooming down the road.

Wendy gritted her teeth, her face taut. As she saw a black car slowly approaching from a distance, she gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The window was wide open, the cold air rushing into the car, whipping her long hair around. She bit her lower lip, her face twisted in pain.

As Damon drove around two bends, he saw a sports car coming towards him. He furrowed his brow, slightly turning the steering wheel, moving towards the inner side of the road. He tried to avoid the out–of–control car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his brow furrowed, silently watching as the oncoming car got closer and closer.

Despite the distance, Wendy clearly saw the handsome, composed man in the car.

along the mountain wall for a while, before coming to a stop not far from Damon’s car. At the moment of collision with the mountain, Wendy’s head slammed against the car window. The airbag had

calmly observed the stopped car. He stared at the car full of airbags for a while, then unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He was tall and straight, his expensive suit

the airbag slowly deflated, Wendy propped up her head, leaning back in her seat, squinting at the man standing not far away. His clothes were well–tailored, fitting him perfectly. His physique

him quietly, blood trickling down from her hand. She bit her lip, her face pale,

her heart ache. Why was she always

he still focus on other women? He was right in front of her, yet she didn’t even have the right or courage

him, her desire to be with him was so strong it was

“Get out.”

bit her lip, but still

She turned to look at

pretending, the wound was real, the dizziness

pretense would escape his discerning eyes. So she really crashed

ruthless, a man all women couldn’t touch. But the more he was like

pulled out of the car by a force. She was dragged out, flung against the car, just managing to steady herself, a dull pain emanating from

a few steps away, staring at her coldly.

you

trembled, and she lifted her head to look at

Her voice trembled, her expression full of grievance, tears sliding down her cheeks, making her look stubborn yet pitiable.

stared at her, his lips parting

waste a word.

do I have to do for you

to do anything.

Unrelated…

did, it was only her concern, and whether he

was a cruel clarity.