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

two men,

didn’t find it strange at all, smiling at Chloe, “Would you consider me?

surprise, her eyes widened open in shock. The sound of a wooden

echoed.

grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. Then she

on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and her panicked heart

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

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 familiar with his touch?

again, her face pale, but still trying to

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

where the warmth and fragrance of the woman seemed to

pulled Chloe into 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 arms, her beautiful face showing a hint of panic. After a moment of distraction, she lay quietly in Damon’s

hand, seemingly trying to block her

dark and cold. His deep gazes were like thick ice, the warm smile

edge.

Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon forcefully pressed her against his chest, not allowing her to glance at

Cicely, her face pale, looking at her with a half–smile. She blinked, extended her other hand around Damon’s neck, tiptoed, and leaned against Damon’s neck. “Don’t blame me, I didn’t know she

gaze was like a cold sting, directed at Cicely, causing her to feel

a lesbian for you to

remaining life might not be