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

two men, was shocked into

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

Chloe covered her cheek and looked back in surprise, her eyes widened open in shock. The sound of a wooden chair scraping against the

echoed.

and hoisted up. Then she was thrown out without

on her waist. She was

man’s embrace. His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, the

confirmed in her heart. She gave a mocking laugh,

from the man again, her face pale, but

be terrified by what had just happened. It felt exactly like

of the woman seemed to linger. And that familiar,

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

seemingly trying to

stormy sky, dark and cold. His deep gazes were like thick

edge.

little disagreements they had before were insignificant. She turned her head in confusion to look at Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking

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

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

finding a lesbian for you to spend the

life might not be