The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1340

After Damon finished speaking, he headed straight for the dining room. Chloe watched him go and gave a small smile.

“Chloe, could you please consider that others also have the ability to think before you speak?”

“What’s up?”

Cicely turned to look at her, propping up one cheek with her hand, her voice indifferent ‘Are you broke?”

“I have money. But with so many people in the company, isn’t it normal to have financial difficulties?”

Cicely got it and gave a small smile, “Indeed, it’s quite normal.”

What Chloe wanted to express was just a so called excuse. As for the real situation, as long as the excuse was sufficient, there shouldn’t be a problem, right? Cicely maintained a smile, looking at Chloe. She was starting to feel envious and jealous. She had a clear understanding of the situation, able to distinguish the nature of each matter.

After staring for a few seconds, Cicely suddenly said, “I’m starting to feel envious and jealous of you.”

Chloe was confused, “What?”

Cicely gave a small smile, “You’re smart, capable, rich, have a car, a house and a company…

She paused for a moment, “Isn’t this the image of a successful person that all women aspire to?”

Chloe was caught off guard, and her cheek

the two men,

strange at all, smiling at Chloe, “Would you consider me?

widened open in shock. The sound of a wooden chair scraping

echoed.

the collar and hoisted

thin figure wavered unstably, showing no signs of regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and

immediately broke away from the man’s embrace. His arm was

mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling,

distanced herself from the man again, her face pale,

felt exactly like slipping on the edge

of the woman seemed to linger. And

her. Chloe had one hand around his neck, held tightly in his

hand, seemingly trying

face was now gloomy like a stormy sky, dark and cold. His deep gazes were like thick ice,

edge.

look at Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon

hand around Damon’s neck, tiptoed, and leaned against Damon’s neck. “Don’t blame me,

aggrieved, which made Damon’s face even more grim. His gaze was like a cold sting, directed at Cicely, causing her to feel nervous and involuntarily step back. “Mr. Harper, aren’t you being too domineering? Are you overly concerned about the intimacy

a lesbian for you to spend the rest of your life with, how

her remaining life might