The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1831
Flipping through her contact list, she was somewhat surprised to find that she
was still a member of the old school class group chat that had been set up years
ago. But her surprise was fleeting, replaced by a sense of indifference.
These group chats tended to linger in the background, mostly ignored by
everyone. Muting and hiding the group was practically a rite of passage.
Better to let the chat fade into obscurity than to risk offending someone by
booting them out. After all, one more silent member hardly made a difference.
She scrolled through the list of names, her lips curving slightly when she
recognized a name that wasn’t completely unfamiliar.
Enter title…

Clicking on the chat box, her smile was soft and natural. However, to Alyssa and
Elizabeth, watching from across the room, there was something inexplicably
unsettling about it.
Elizabeth, clutching Alyssa’s hand, leaned in and whispered, “I don’t know why,
but I can’t shake the feeling that I kind of pity Morrison. It’s strange, isn’t it?”
Alyssa nodded in agreement. “I had the same thought.”
Elizabeth’s gaze met Alyssa’s for a few seconds before they both looked back at
Chloe, their hands tightening around each other’s.
Indeed, you wouldn’t want to cross any woman, particularly Chloe. There was
something about her calm, placid smile that was downright unnerving.
Damon walked over from the kitchen, holding a tray with fruits, cakes, and juice
on top.
Chloe was busy on her phone, smiling contently, as Damon silently sat beside
her and placed the tray on the coffee table. He then gently took her phone away
and set it aside.
Chloe’s brow creased slightly in a clear display of displeasure.
Alyssa and Elizabeth paused, sitting close together.
Pregnant women experienced significant emotional fluctuations, and
considering Chloe seemed to be dealing with something important at the
moment, could Damon’s overbearing actions be hitting the wrong nerve.
In fact, when Chloe got upset, she didn’t engage in loud arguments or scenes.
Even if she had a falling out with Damon, she never showed it to others. She
would still maintain her usual cheerful and lively demeanor.
However, the more she acted like this, the more suspicious they became in their
hearts. Could you imagine someone who was laughing with you one second
and then immediately giving a cold or petulant look to someone who had just
irked them.
Chloe glanced to the side, looking displeased at Damon. Her crimson lips
pursed lightly, and her eyes carried a hint of accusation.
“Aren’t you having cake?” Damon’s voice was casual as his eyes swept over the
tray on the coffee table.
Chloe paused, looked at the cake, and her eyes suddenly lit up. Then she
looked back at Damon and pouted, “Didn’t you say no cake?”
Damon remained silent, taking the fruits and juice off the tray and handing her
the empty tray, leaving only the cake on it. He then handed her a fork.
Chloe had indeed been craving cake, having mentioned it to Damon the night
before, only to be flatly refused.
She had pleaded, but he had promptly listed all the reasons why cake was bad
for pregnant women, leaving her to sleep in a huff of discontent.
Breakfast had been a lingering regret, but now, she saw the cake.

She was ready to dig in, but still felt unsure, “Can I really have some?”
“Go ahead”
A maid came over with a steaming cup of tea and placed it on the table, smiling.
“Don’t worry, missus. The cake was made by the master right after breakfast.
There are no additives, and the cream was hand-whipped by Mr.
Damon for a long time.”
Chloe’s eyes sparkled with gratitude as she turned to Damon. “On behalf of our
little ones, thank you, daddy!”
At that, Damon chuckled softly. “Well, so it’s not you who wanted it?”
Chloe scooped up a fluffy piece of cake and savored it blissfully. “Of course not.
It’s the babies who wanted it.”
Damon reached over and took the tray from her lap. “If it’s not for you, then you
shouldn’t eat.”
“Hey, wait…” Chloe reached for the cake that was suddenly being pulled away.
Damon seemed serious, giving her no chance to reach it again. After a few tries,
Chloe looked at him, “Daddy, the babies really want to try your cake.”
“They don’t deserve it”
Chloe sighed, pouting. “Daddy, you’ll break their little hearts. Be careful, or they
might not like you later.”
“It doesn’t matter” Damon said coldly. “As long as you love me, that’s enough.”
Alyssa and Elizabeth, seated across from them, huddled together.
Alyssa sighed, “I can’t stand this anymore. I’m leaving.”
Elizabeth chimed in, “I can’t either. I suddenly miss my husband”
Damon’s blunt words left Chloe red-faced and flustered. As she watched the
cake being held out of reach, her lips parted in a slight pout. “Alright, alright, I
admit it’s me who wants it. The babies are innocent.”
Damon’s lips curved in a teasing smile as he leaned in closer. “Do you love
me?”
Chloe’s face reddened further, and she nodded shyly, murmuring, “Yes.”
“Then call me hubby.”
Chloe’s head lowered even more.
“Hmm?” With a light threat from Damon, Chloe’s embarrassment deepened.
As he pressed closer, she put a hand on his shoulder, glancing over at the
others.
Alyssa and Elizabeth hurriedly averted their gazes and scurried away from the
domestic battlefield. The maid followed suit.
Damon’s dark eyes glanced at the corner, noting their departure, then refocused
on Chloe. “Hmm? Call me hubby, and you can have your cake.”
Chloe bit her tip, leaned forward, and pecked him on the lips. “Can we change it
to a kiss instead?”
“No!
“Two kisses?”
“No- “Damon…
Seeing her with that forlorn look, Damon relented, “A hundred kisses, come here
and you’ll get your cake.”
Chloe sighed, “Hubby.”
A hundred kisses would take all night. Who can say what might develop from
this, right? Chloe never let a good opportunity slip by, and right now, the coast
was clear in the living room.
Besides, it was not like they hadn’t been close before with an audience. As for
being shameless, well, that was just a matter of getting used to it. She’d always
use the babies as an excuse for everything, hiding behind them like a shield,
and everyone had grown accustomed to that.
And Damon, well, he’d always played along with her charades. Only, he always
seemed to outplay her in the end. He was the master of the game.
“Hand over that cake, now!” she demanded.
Damon smirked and leaned in for a quick, teasing kiss before reluctantly letting
her go.
Chloe snatched the cake back, feeling that the playful banter with Damon was
totally worth it. She savored every bite alone, in blissful satisfaction.
Watching her indulge, Damon couldn’t help but smile as he picked up her
phone. “What are you up to now?”
“Well, just checking on Rose’s latest product launch. My award-winning design
is about to hit the market,’ she replied, her eyes flicking away momentarily.
Damon raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. That smile of hers didn’t
seem to be all about the product launch. “Who’s got you so giddy then?”
“Uh. no one.” Chloe mumbled through a mouthful of cake.
Just then, her phone buzzed. Damon looked down at the message popping up
on the screen.
“That’s right, it’s me. Hey Chloe, it’s been ages. Let’s grab a bite and catch up?”
Damon’s brow twitched at the sight of the contact’s profile – a graffiti-covered
motorcycle. Definitely a guy thing.
Chloe felt his mood darken and her own heart race with uncertainty. “What’s
wrong?”
“Some guy wants to take you out for a trip down memory lane; Damon
murmured.
Chloe reached for the phone, patting Damon reassuringly on the shoulder.
“Don’t worry. He’s not a suitor”
“If he was, you can kiss these cakes goodbye”
Chloe instinctively hugged the dessert closer to her chest.
After a day of trending online, Rose finally wrapped things up at the company
and headed home. She freshened up, changed, and prepared two meals, then
took them to the hospital.
One meal went straight to Winston’s room, and he didn’t hesitate to dig in right
in front of her. Rose’s cooking was something he’d always appreciated,
especially after years of dealing with bland cuisine. Her culinary skills were topnotch in his eyes.
“So, what’s the plan with your little princess’ birthday clashing with the launch?”
Rose winced at the term ‘little princess: The thought of calling Morrison a ‘little
princess’ struck Rose as hilariously amusing.
“Well, the launch obviously takes precedence.”
Morrison was clearly about to oppose her again. It was the same as before,
always going against her. Even after so many years, he still had that annoying
habit.