The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chloe, carrying two lunch boxes, arrived at the office. Even in her snug down jacket, her figure remained unbulky.

Her long hair, not meticulously styled, fell messily over her shoulders, slightly veiling her cheeks, accentuating the delicate beauty of her small face. It was her tall, slender frame and the aura she exuded that made it impossible to dismiss her as just another high-society wife.

Navigating through the bustling halls of Harper Group, she was greeted mostly with respectful “Ms. Summers” from the employees, to which Chloe responded with a soft, genial smile.

However, some would call her “Mrs. Harper,” and there were those who’d catch themselves and add a “Mrs. Harper” following “Ms. Summers.”

Truth be told, Chloe, engaged with her own enterprise, Starlight International, rarely visited Harper Group.

The title “Ms. Summers” was commonplace to her ears, but being addressed as “Mrs. Harper” was still something she was getting used to.d2

Lunchtime had the office buzzing with activity, some stepping out for a walk and others milling about for a chat.

She had chosen an inconvenient time to visit. Finally, upon reaching the sanctuary of the elevator, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief.

Damon, waiting for Chloe to bring his lunch, was busy handling documents in his office.

Despite the central heating warming the office, he donned a sharp, dark suit, sitting upright with a hint of austerity in his eyes, his distinguished demeanor deterring anyone from approaching without good reason. Even the high-ranking executives preferred to avoid standing before him unless absolutely necessary.

Many thought this reserved man was destined for a solitary life, unable to picture him with a partner. No one imagined that not only would he have a woman by his side, but one who could match his presence without faltering.

What a power couple—handsome and assertive man, beautiful and strong woman.

Despite the surprise and gossip surrounding their union, there was speculation about how such strong personalities managed their private life together. Some even joked that their intimate moments must involve a fight or a negotiation for dominance.

In reality, Chloe couldn’t help but acknowledge the inevitable physical disparities between men and women. Whether it was about assertiveness or something else, the distinction was clear.

The sound of the office door announced her arrival, and Damon’s usually stoic expression softened at the sight of her. He set his pen down, closed the document, and his gaze locked onto Chloe as she entered.

At first glance, there was Damon in that well-dressed suit, exuding an appearance of refined elegance, a modest gentleman with an air of profound dignity. Her heart stirred slightly at the sight. This man, blessed with natural allure and authority, always stood out.

No matter how much time she spent looking at him, he was irresistibly charming—a man whose every feature was aesthetically perfect.

Concealing her emotions, Chloe walked over to the small round table by the floor-to-ceiling window and placed the lunch boxes down, then began shrugging off her down jacket, turning to see Damon approaching.

“Hungry?” she asked.

taking her jacket and

dress, a blend of sophistication and homely warmth. Damon’s gaze lingered on

his hand reaching around her waist and gently pulling

her cheeks flush, Chloe protested, “We should eat quickly before it does.

hint of playfulness, “Yasmine said it’s fine for you to be

lip, “That may be true, but let’s eat

against her earlobe, then the warmth of his lips. Her body tensed, and

traveled from her flat stomach up to her chest, the soft knit of her dress brushing against her skin. With her head

what?” his

was palpable. “Damon, enough. The food will

scent at her neck, “I

blurted out, “Then I’ll

off her feet. Her lips met his in a fleeting

intentions, felt a mix of annoyance and affection. “You…” Her

and breathless, she whispered, “This

the alternative

Chloe was speechless.

it landed over her coat. As Chloe attempted to escape, Damon pulled her back. His expression suddenly shifted, his voice carrying a

help but feel a tad neglected. He was their dad, sure, but Chloe was also his wife. It seemed like forever since they

her eyes soften with a flicker of emotion, “but you’ve got to save some

bit her lip, her voice a gentle murmur, “I never said

and slowly stood up, sliding the cable-knit dress she was wearing

he replied, succinct as a

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rare moment without the kids causing a ruckus, and Damon seized the opportunity. It seemed he had a backlog of grievances to air, leaving Chloe

the couch, watching as

elegance—hard to believe he

hoarse and lazy in her accusation, teased, “Everyone thinks you’re this paragon of

a plate of food and leaned back, lazily playing

looked at him, his handsome face causing her mind to replay their

gentlemanly demeanor was

by two in the afternoon, Chloe was cradling a thermos he had given her,