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

just entered the dining room following the two men, was shocked into silence. Had Cicely gone mad?!

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

her eyes widened open in shock. The sound

echoed.

Cicely was suddenly grabbed by the collar and

regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped

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

heart. She gave a mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the

again, her

had just happened. It felt exactly

warmth and fragrance of the woman seemed to linger.

grip so strong that he almost took the chair with her. Chloe had one hand around his neck, held tightly in his arms, her beautiful face showing a hint of panic. After a moment of distraction, she lay quietly in Damon’s arms, anxiously turning her

warm hand, seemingly trying

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

edge.

were insignificant. She turned her head in confusion to look at Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon forcefully pressed her against his

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

gentle 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 being too domineering? Are you overly concerned about the intimacy

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