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?”

suddenly leaned in. Chloe was caught

dining room following the two men, was shocked into

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

her eyes widened open in shock. The sound

echoed.

watched as Cicely was suddenly grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. Then she was

placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s

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

fact, from the moment she touched the arm behind her, that intense familiarity was instantly confirmed in her heart. She gave a mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the point where even now, she was still frighteningly

man again, her face pale, but still trying to

would be terrified by what had just happened. It felt exactly like slipping on the edge of

his empty arms, where the warmth and fragrance of the woman seemed to linger. And that familiar, soft

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 head to

was covered by a warm hand, seemingly trying to block

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

edge.

also shocked, suddenly feeling that the little disagreements they had before were insignificant. She turned her head in confusion to look at Cicely, wanting to know what she

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

was 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

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