The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1167

Then he stood up, looked at her tenderly for a moment, then quietly turned away.

He seemed like he wanted to head to the balcony, but his rigid body wavered slightly, yet didn’t move. He turned again, as if he wanted to go to the bathroom, but still didn’t leave. Finally, he turned towards the door, paused for two seconds, then walked out.

Chloe watched his movements, feeling a bit puzzled.

The bedroom door swung open and closed, instantly restoring the tranquility of the room. The deep grey bed sheets and duvet sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at the closed door in silence, Chloe didn’t make any movements, only blinked.

Based on what she knew about him, the anger he’d accumulated in West Valley should’ve found an outlet.

She failed to keep her promise and got herself hurt.

From her experiences in Hong Kong, he should’ve given her a cold look to express his displeasure at her injury, teaching her a lesson in a gentle way, warning her that if she got hurt again, the consequences would be severe. But he didn’t, there was no so–called gentle attitude, nor did he give her any gloomy looks.

He just stayed quiet.

She once again stopped him from hurting Wendy because of her.

When he saw her being whipped by Wendy with his own eyes, he couldn’t seek revenge for her. She sensed that the anger he had forcibly suppressed was now coiled tightly in his heart, unable to be released.

Shouldn’t he be with her? Or lost his temper at her. She was willing to see that anger, which was entirely accumulated because of her.

But, today seemed a bit unusual. She lay quietly on the bed, thinking about Damon’s strange behavior today. She even wondered if there was a new competitor by her side today, making him anxious and jealous?

Or was it because she won the equestrian competition today, or because he just found out that she had shot someone, so he was somewhat dissatisfied?

the people today, most of which were

carefully. There seemed to be too many things happening today.

and walked out of the bedroom; he was nowhere

usually quiet during the day, and there was no sound as she stepped on the high–end Persian carpets. She stood at the top of the stairs looking

she turned around and headed for the study

hint of airflow seeping through the gap carried a subtle scent of smoke that she

smell of

hand in his pocket, the other raised, she couldn’t

wide open, the study was chilly.

flank, that she softly called his name, “Damon.” only then did his hand suddenly tremble, and he instinctively turned his head to look at

eyes contracted in

What a face!

filled with redness. The light outside shone directly onto his face through the open window, illuminating his eyes, was

prominent, the cigarette in his hand

“Damon.”

like this, he looked scary, but she felt a pang in her heart, it felt like it was going against the flow,

his hand, closed the window,

resting?” he asked in

smoky, deep and hoarse. He

here,” he held her hand, then took her away

the middle of

he turned to look

lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She pulled her hand free, walked up to him, pressed against

she said softly, her tears staining a dark spot on