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?”

and she suddenly leaned in. Chloe was caught off guard, and her cheek

dining room following the two men, was shocked into silence.

at Chloe, “Would you consider me?

in surprise, her eyes widened open in shock. The sound of a wooden chair scraping against the floor

echoed.

and hoisted up. Then

unstably, showing no signs of regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her

after regaining her balance, she immediately broke away from the man’s embrace. His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist,

a mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the point where even now, she was still

man again, her face pale, but still trying to appear

had just happened. It felt exactly like slipping on the edge of a

the warmth and fragrance of the woman seemed to

his arms from the chair, his grip so strong that he almost took the chair with her. Chloe had one hand around his neck, held tightly in his

seemingly trying to block her view.

His deep gazes were like thick ice, the warm smile from

edge.

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

pale, looking at her with a half–smile. She blinked, extended her other hand around Damon’s neck, tiptoed, and

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 don’t care so much, I don’t mind finding a

her remaining life might