The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chloe was the clever one, unable to voice it herself, she used her babies as a way to step down gracefully.

Boyd was all too aware of what Chloe was up to, but it was enough.

She was right. After twenty-seven years, she was now a married woman with two adorable children of her own. Her composure upon hearing the news had exceeded his expectations. To expect her to suddenly call him ‘Dad’ was indeed a tall order.

However, her attitude had already made things clear. She acknowledged him.

“I’m sorry.”

All these years, he had known, yet he had never been there for her. He, the so-called father, had never provided her with any care, and now, he was truly unworthy of that title.d2

His apology made Yasmine pause in her playful interaction with Little Sun, her gaze falling down, her lips pressing together slightly. Perhaps if she had truly died back then, Boyd wouldn’t have taken this long to face Chloe.

Chloe Herschelt down to nuzzle Little Moon’s cheek, then spoke softly. “It’s too late for any words now, an apology doesn’t hold much substance. A mistake is a mistake, and what’s missed is missed.”

She looked up at him, “Even if I tell you it’s okay, do you really feel it’s okay?”

Boyd’s gaze landed on the little one in her arms, the baby’s curious eyes looking back at him, a tiny mouth opening and closing, those shiny eyes moving around but never leaving him.

This is exclusive content from Noveldrama.com (Swnovel). Please read it on Noveldrama.com to support the author and the translation team!.His features softened unconsciously, and after Chloe finished speaking, he shook his head. “No, it won’t.”

Even if she forgave him, he could never forgive himself. The mistake was his alone to bear, with no chance of redemption. She was right, a mistake was a mistake.

Chloe handed Little Moon over to him. Boyd was stiff, unsure of what to do, but he instinctively reached out to take the baby.

His movements were awkward, far from proper. His arms were rigid, holding the little baby, afraid of causing any harm.

Perhaps the position was really uncomfortable, for Little Moon shifted her head, her little mouth puckered, and she was about to cry.

Chloe guided his arms, pressing Little Moon closer to him, grabbing one of Boyd’s hands to support the baby’s bottom.

The baby was light, almost weightless, and Boyd, fearing she would start crying, began to rock her gently.

Little Moon’s anxious expression gently softened as she looked at Boyd. Her eyes, full of joy, blinked, a luminescent twinkle ignited in them like sparks in the night sky. Her legs playfully kicked about, brimming with exuberance. Her voice, youthful and filled with mirth, echoed, defining the serenity of the moment. Chloe smiled.

Boyd breathed a sigh of relief, and his forehead was beaded with sweat.

“First time holding a baby?” Chloe’s sudden question caught him off guard.

Yasmine turned around.

Boyd didn’t see any issue with the question and nodded. “Yeah.”

A flicker passed through Yasmine’s eyes.

Chloe’s expression remained neutral as she nodded, turned, and caught Yasmine’s slightly dazed look.

Elizabeth, a bit slow on the uptake, stood up from the couch and hooked Chloe’s arm. “Let’s head to the kitchen and plan tonight’s dinner.”

Chloe caught the glint of mischief in Elizabeth’s eyes and let herself be pulled away.

As they reached the kitchen, Elizabeth let out a sigh of relief. “Aren’t you a bit too composed? That man is your biological father!”

Chloe chuckled, heading towards the pantry with Elizabeth following.

“Did you know already?”

Chloe shook her head, selecting vegetables from the fridge, “I had no idea.”

“What’s with the calmness, then?”

“I just know my mother well. From a young age, I could tell she felt nothing for Nick. With her personality, how could she possibly share a bed, much less have children, with someone she didn’t love?”

Chloe turned, placing some greens in the basket.

Elizabeth nodded thoughtfully, “That makes sense. I mean, how could someone like your mom fall for a man like Nick? And allowing to have an affair? She wouldn’t let a man slip from her grasp that easily.”

Chloe also agreed with Elizabeth’s words. If it weren’t for her mother’s willingness, things wouldn’t have reached this point. Perhaps, Nick’s infidelity back then was a kind of liberation for her mother.

But her current puzzle wasn’t about that. It was about the lawsuit with Carolina, the revelation of her blood tie to Nick. Jonah later confessed that Nick wasn’t Carolina’s son but his with a woman named Maria. So Nick and this newfound father, Boyd, were they brothers?

Did her mother know of Nick and Boyd’s relation? Was that why she approached him, so that even if a paternity test was done in the future, there would be no risk?

Was it really so?

She had investigated and found that her mother and Nick had a one-night stand, a mere coincidence. Can life be that coincidental?

After selecting tonight’s dinner ingredients, they left the pantry.

The servant came over to help, and Elizabeth pulled Chloe, who was about to help, out of the kitchen. “You’ll be looking after the babies later. You don’t want to be covered in cooking smells.”

They walked to the dining room and peeked around the corner to see the two in the living room looking after the babies.

Little Moon in Boyd’s arms started to fuss, crying out loud. Boyd became a flustered mess, beads of sweat on his forehead, pacing back and forth in the living room, trying to soothe Little Moon, but the crying indicated his method wasn’t working.

Hearing Little Moon’s cries, Little Sun in Yasmine’s arms began to cry too. The living room was in total disarray.

Elizabeth hurried to intervene but found herself restrained by Chloe’s firm grip. Elizabeth’s heart was breaking at the sound of her grandchildren’s cries, but when she caught Chloe’s expression, a wave of calm washed over her.

As a newly promoted mother, how could she bear to let her precious one cry? Elizabeth’s heart ached, but she knew Chloe felt the same—if not more. Yet, Chloe had made her decision.

“I’ve got it.”

The voice of Yasmine echoed from the living room, pulling Elizabeth’s attention.

Yasmine was settling the still wailing Little Sun into the crib.

this, Boyd hurried over to Yasmine’s side, glancing at Little Sun who was crying up a storm in the crib.

her arms, and her posture looked much

mimic Yasmine’s movements and posture, but he was at a loss, looking towards Yasmine with uncertainty, “Yasmine, he’s

glanced at him, “Just wait. Once Little Moon stops, he’ll calm

gazing down at his grandson in wonder. Could it really work

pang of sympathy

Little Moon ceased crying, Little Sun in Boyd’s arms also quieted down. It was nothing short

the sweat from his forehead with

previously tense,

Little Moon’s tear-streaked face with a

you hold them, support their neck and head together. They’re still so fragile, and they squirm with curiosity. Don’t let their necks hang unsupported. Try to broaden their view; an angled hold is best.” Yasmine approached Boyd with Little Moon in her arms, instructed him, and gently nudged

stiffened for a moment but then relaxed, adjusting his hold as per

Sun looked visibly

“Like that.”

from Yasmine, Boyd’s face finally broke

relationship with Boyd for so many years, there must be deep-seated reasons. She lost a baby once. And you, you only recently learned about your biological father. We

affairs. By the end, she realized Elizabeth was worried about her angering her mother and, by extension, affecting her rapport with her.

forgive or not, and how they deal with it, the decision has always been my mother’s. What I’m doing now is just considering how to make her happier. Whether she’s taking revenge on Boyd or not, her pain is

time I had a spat with Royce, seeing him all apologetic and miserable made me sadder than him. I knew it was pathetic, but I couldn’t help feeling for him, his pain

that just the way it was? The harshest words spoken were like

in its truest form? To

I tell you, your

“Yeah, getting her to say ‘it’s okay’ to Boyd is probably impossible in this lifetime. She has

it were me, I’d give Royce a piece of my mind, then

presence was superfluous, so Elizabeth and Chloe decided to stay in the kitchen and

the afternoon, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Boyd. Usually, he encountered Boyd outside. His presence inside the home was a

teased, “Mrs. Harper, have I been overpaying the

aside, uninterested in their display

smile on her face

her mouth, his hand resting on her waist as he eyed the running tap with a

he could comment, Chloe popped a warm cherry into his

warmth of the cherry, Damon didn’t finish

hands and pulled him out of the kitchen, loosening his

on? Why let him inside? The man

a hint of mirth as she asked, “So, what

head, a wry smile on his face. “I’m not entirely sure. But

stance had been unmistakably clear

chuckled, “Aren’t you

a smirk. “Afraid? He’s probably been holding a grudge since I whisked Mom away from

she could sink into concern, Damon’s arms wrapped around

couldn’t help but laugh at his words.

—

relaxed. Boyd

her face calm but stern, an expression

he was tormented by

the moment

dining room to the living

her words. The brief smile that had surfaced upon

you can’t even keep that one promise,

mind to Yasmine’s declaration that she wouldn’t return that night. But as

his entire demeanor visibly tense. He remained silent, his pain palpable. It was as if he were trapped in a hopeless

can’t control yourself, stay away from the

accumulating, and his refusal to forgive himself turned

was being too harsh. But still, Boyd let go of the

turned and began to ascend the stairs, pausing

continuing, and went upstairs. They were left with a mix of confusion and

agree to leave her, did you?” Elizabeth couldn’t

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then, the doorbell rang, and the butler let in Herschel. Direct

Herschel. It flickered, as if he had found a lifeline

stepped forward to support Boyd and guide him outside. Boyd hesitated, glancing back at the

slightly at Herschel’s

Chloe forced a faint smile, but her concern was evident. Boyd didn’t look well, and she was unaware

—

didn’t invite Herschel in. Alone, he entered the villa where the glass bottle remained untouched

a glass of water, but seeing Boyd standing motionless by the sofa,

there the entire

heading to the bathroom was startled by his pale, ghostly appearance. She mustered the courage to approach and asked timidly, “Sir, why aren’t

Boyd remained still.

“Sir…”

to her, and she

“Go rest,” he said.

and red eyes haunting

Boyd back to reality. He slowly moved, his stiff legs barely Herschelding. If not for the sofa, he might have fallen. After a while, he managed to sit down on

servants began their morning chores, they found him still staring at

after a long pause,

fixated on

that

the sir returned last night. The madam didn’t

gift he gave to Ma’am. Yesterday, it looked like the madam wanted

would she? He is so good to her, but Ma’am seems to barely

when they were younger. I don’t know what she wrote in there, but she wants to leave him so much,

eyes

only come to one conclusion: her request to leave him. For years, whenever she spoke to him, her most frequent demand was for him

had stumbled upon a weakness she could exploit, there was no chance she would let it

hours of the morning, and from dawn until dusk. The household

silence, emanating an aura so still it

despair, devoid of life. The only sign he was still among the living came when Herschel rang the doorbell outside

after a full day without food, water, or a wink of sleep, that the staff mustered the courage to defy his

where Boyd’s gaze was still fixed