The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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Chapter 1642

The kitchen door was then promptly closed in her face, leaving her in the company of a few servants who wore

expressions of expected bemusement.

Chloe tucked the apple – larger than her own fist into the refrigerator, with her lips pursed. She simply was too full

to eat.

After two hours, Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, one hand on her hip and the other carrying a wooden

lunchbox, a proud smile on her face. “Voila! A culinary masterpiece,” she announced.c2

The servants collectively released a sigh of relief before clapping politely.

“Bravo, Madam!”

“Excellent!”

“Congratulations!”

Chloe couldn’t help but chuckle at the spectacle. The scene was reminiscent of a superhero saving the planet. And

Chloe found it amusing that this jovial woman was the mother of the seemingly aloof and sophisticated Damon.

Elizabeth, having soaked up enough praise, ascended the stairs to change. She then promptly whisked Chloe out of

the house, lunchbox in tow.

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Yasmine had physical therapy at 2 PM sharp. Throughout the journey, Chloe couldn’t help but sneak glances at the

lunchbox in Elizabeth’s lap. With each look, Elizabeth tightened her grip

on the lunchbox.

“I can cook for you when we get home! This is for your mother. I know you’re pregnant and all, but your mom’s

physical therapy is tough, too. Just bear with it a bit longer. Or you could eat an apple to tide you over,” she offered

Chloe sighed, “I had a big lunch.”

“Oh, good!” Elizabeth replied, clutching the lunchbox even tighter “This is my trump card to win over your mother!

I’m going to have her stomach under my control Let’s see how she dares to give me the cold shoulder then!”

Chloe couldn’t help but laugh Knowing her mother, she was not one to compromise especially over something like

this.

They reached the physical therapy center just a few minutes past two. Luckily, Yasmin

just finishing up changing and had just arrived at the therapy room.

Chloe, as always, watched her mother through the one–way glass. Yasmine had her hair in a simple bun atop her

head and was the epitome of grace and elegance, something Chloe had always admired.

Despite her mother’s excellent taste and intellect, Chloe couldn’t help but wonder why she had fallen for a man like

Nick. She couldn’t ask her this question for fear of unearthing her mother’s only regret.

Yasmine began her exercises. Her face was a mask of determination. Chloe’s heart ached at the sight of her

mother’s pain.

Elizabeth, noticing Chloe’s distress, gently squeezed her hand. “Your mother is very strong. isn’t she? Nothing can

knock her down.”

Chloe nodded, and her gaze was still on her mother. Yasmine had managed to stand up and was exchanging smiles

with her physical therapist, Bryson. “I got up faster today, didn’t I?”

Bryson nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, you did. It only took you four minutes today, two minutes less than

yesterday!”

Yasmine’s smile widened.

Elizabeth chuckled, looking at Yasmine through the glass. “Your mother has quite a nice

smile.”

Chloe felt an unexpected shiver down her spine. “Are you… planning something?”

Elizabeth just laughed, pressing her face against the glass. “She should smile more often, don’t you think? She’s too

beautiful to be frowning all the time.”

Chloe watched Elizabeth, feeling a sudden sense of unease.

The rest of the therapy session went as usual. After two hours, Yasmine finally finished. Her face was pale and

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sweat–soaked, but her mood seemed to be good. She was just about to head to the showers when the door

suddenly opened.

“Hello, Yasmine! I’m back again!”

Yasmine paused in her tracks, looking up to see Elizabeth standing at the door, lunchbox in hand and a beaming

smile on her face.

Despite Yasmine’s indifference, Elizabeth didn’t seem to mind. She walked over, pushing Yasmine’s wheelchair

toward the therapy room’s couch “Today’s been tough for you, hasn’t it? Here, taste my cooking I stewed chicken

soup just for you it’s light, not greasy at all,‘ she

insisted.

Yasmine laid the towel on her lap, closing her eyes in apparent impatience. I can feed myself when I’m hungry, you

know. You don’t need to fuss over me

Regardless, Elizabeth went ahead and uncovered the food container, pouring out some chicken soup. It was

genuinely crystal clear

“This is to help you regain your strength. After all, you’re the mother of my daughter–in–law. What’s wrong with

taking care of you? I should be thanking you for giving birth to such an amazing woman, haha…

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