The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1398

Damon didn’t know how many bullets he’d fired. He didn’t bother to count, always sitting there indifferently, his legs crossed and his black trousers still looking tidy. His other hand rested on his knee, his posture more relaxed than any leisure activity. Every word he said after each shot was so bland as if he was only aiming at a stationary target. Like she’s something lifeless.

Compared to the hysterical screams, Wendy was almost completely hung by chains in the cage, unable to make a sound. Her exquisite high–end clothes were stained with blood, and her messy hair hung in mid–air, obscuring her face.

When the bullets were finished, Damon put down his hand, knocked off the gun casually, and picked up a few more bullets from the table. Nate looked at the motionless woman in the cage and couldn’t help but say, “Sir, if we continue like this, she won’t make it.”

Damon reloaded the gun and looked at the motionless woman in the cage. After a moment, he threw the gun at Nate. Just as Nate thought Wendy had escaped this time, he heard Damon speak lightly.

“Drag her next door, help her remove the bullets, then take good care of her for a few days.”

Nate paused, puzzled, “Aren’t we sending her back to the Alonso family?”

Damon stood up, “I’m not done yet.”

Nate’s eyebrows twitched.

Wendy was shot six times with modified bullets, and although none of them hit a vital spot, the pain must have been unbearable.

He thought that the punishment for Wendy this time was enough. But Damon said it wasn’t over yet. So, he meant that he was to continue to punish her after she recovered?

That was cruel.

Even Wendy, who was unconsciousness, heard Damon and Nate’s conversation and couldn’t help but move her eyelids.

“No… don’t… please…”

just lightly said, “Take her away, and then turned

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colliding in the cage. Wendy looked at Damon’s back, and struggled to

he knew this was her own doing. Why did she make such a decision if she knew

open the cage and helped Wendy down. She was exhausted, covered in blood, a horrifying sight.

the

as he got into the car, Damon spoke,

“Aren’t you going back to your apartment?” He was married now, why would he go to a

smell of blood.”

the car and smoothly drove away. Alright, he understood. He was afraid the smell of blood on him

as considerate.

cage, could he really

Maybe… Maybe…

wife smell blood, especially

he entered the code to the lock of his home, Chloe’s piano stopped. She listened carefully and confirmed it was the sound of the lock. Her face immediately showed a joyful expression, stood up from

the door, he saw her running

“You’re back!”

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vision, instantly dispelling the chill he had accumulated when facing

might trip, he reached out his long arm and held her in his arms. His familiar scent

wrong today? So happy?”

sudden enthusiasm made

snuggled into his arms.