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.

little.” Damon replied, taking her jacket and draping

of sophistication and homely warmth. Damon’s gaze lingered on her attire, his

her waist and gently pulling her hands away from the food. “The food will get cold if we open

should eat quickly before it does.

of playfulness, “Yasmine said it’s fine for

her lip, “That may be

then the warmth of his lips. Her body tensed, and a blush crept

brushing against her skin. With

what?” his voice teased

“Damon, enough. The food will really

her neck, “I don’t have

out, “Then

was swept off her feet. Her lips met his in a fleeting kiss, followed by his triumphant chuckle, “Then Mrs.

affection. “You…” Her protest

suit lapels, flushed and breathless,

the alternative

Chloe was speechless.

attempted to escape, Damon pulled her back. His expression

her attention lately, and Damon couldn’t help but feel a tad neglected. He was their dad, sure, but Chloe was also his wife. It seemed like forever

of emotion, “but you’ve got to save some love for me too. It’s like you’ve lent yourself to them, not given yourself away. I miss

voice a gentle murmur, “I never said we couldnt… Can’t we just

up, sliding the cable-knit dress she was

succinct as

—

seized the opportunity. It seemed he had a backlog of grievances to

and snug. Chloe slouched lazily in the corner of the couch,

elegance—hard to believe he was the same guy who had just been

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

a plate of food and leaned back, lazily playing with his own meal. “Come on, call

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

gentlemanly demeanor was so

Chloe was cradling a thermos he had given her, sipping