The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 898

Chloe smirked subtly, thinking about Damon’s usual cheeky demeanor, or perhaps recalling the sweet moments

between them. Her face turned a shy shade of red. And so, she liked this piece of clothing even more, and the

satisfaction on her face was even more apparent.

Turning around, she said to the saleswoman next to her, “This one…”

The saleswoman, with a smile on her face, stepped closer, took a gentle glance at the shirt, and quickly replied,

“You’ve got a great taste. This piece just arrived from Y Country not long ago. Because we specialize in men’s

formal wear, not many people dare to try this one, but it is indeed the piece our designer put the most thought

into.”

Chloe believed it. A designer introducing a “non–mainstream” piece into a traditionally established brand certainly

required some considerations. Chloe chuckled lightly, took another close look, and nodded approvingly.

“I’ll take…”

Just as Chloe was about to say she wanted to buy the shirt, she noticed that one of its sleeves was being tugged.

It was a slender, beautiful hand, adorned with a glittering decorative ring and an expensive ladies‘ watch. Chloe

glanced at the style of the watch and realized that it was the same brand as the one on Damon’s wrist.

She raised an eyebrow, a hint of annoyance flashing in her cool gaze: She slowly looked up, giving the owner of the

hand a cold stare.

Wendy looked up at her, picked up the sleeve of the shirt, examined the shirt, then its buttons. Her smile gradually

faded and her eyebrows furrowed. Then she looked at Chloe again, her face full of dissatisfaction.

“Are you buying this for Damon?”

Chloe looked at her indifferently, “How is it any of your business?”

Wendy’s frown deepened, “Since you’re with Damon, how can you not understand his taste? His clothes are always

simple in design, and he doesn’t like anything too flashy…”

Chloe watched her, finally letting out a cold, sarcastic laugh.

She took a deep breath, gave Wendy a cold glance, turned to the saleswoman and said, “Please wrap this shirt up

for me.”

Seeing that Wendy was still holding onto the sleeve, Chloe simply let go of the shirt, turned around, and started

picking out a suit for Damon. The saleswoman immediately responded with a smile, “Alright, please wait a

moment.”

After saying this, the saleswoman turned around and walked away.

But then, Wendy spoke again. “This shirt is too big, I want a smaller size.”

The saleswoman suddenly stopped, gave Wendy a look, then directed their inquiring gaze towards Chloe.

Chloe’s face was cold, her red lips tightly closed. She closed her eyes, trying to keep her emotions in check.

The other sales attendants noticed the tense atmosphere. Noticing Chloe’s strained expression, they all felt

uncomfortable for her.

What was going on? A mistress talking big in front of the wife?

Even arguing about the husband’s clothes with the wife? Trying to drive people away?

Wasn’t this flaunting victory a bit too much?

After a while, Chloe took a deep breath, slowly opened her eyes, and said to the somewhat awkward saleswoman,

“I’ll take this size, thanks.”

The saleswoman glanced at Wendy, quickly turned around and left.

“Are you sure? Even though it’s just a bit big, the fit will be off. His clothes are all custom made, if you buy a big size,

he might not wear it.”

Chloe slowly turned around, her icy eyes looking at Wendy.

Wendy’s smile widened, “His clothing size has been set since a long time ago, and the designers have always made

clothes for him in that size.”

At this point, Chloe took a step back, lightly touched her forehead, gave a small, cold laugh, then crossed her arms

and quietly watched Wendy.

“Ms. Alonso, you just said it yourself, that was a long time ago. As for now, even he himself might not know.”

Wendy’s smile remained, “He’s busy every day, it’s normal if he doesn’t know. As long as someone remembers.

Since you’re his wife… I don’t see any change in his body shape, I’m just kindly reminding you so that you don’t

bring home clothes that don’t fit and upset him. Wouldn’t it be a shame if good intentions went awry?”

Good intentions?

Ha…

Chloe gave her a cold look and let out a sarcastic laugh.

“Ms. Alonso, I believe you’re smart enough to understand that people change. He might look tall and skinny, like

nothing’s changed, but in fact, he

has.

“I’ve been with him all this time, and I know his body better than anyone else. His body now is indeed much sturdier

than before. It may not look

like much has changed but the specifics can only be seen when he takes off his clothes, wouldn’t you agree?”

Wendy’s smile gradually disappeared with each of Chloe’s words, replaced by anger.

“Your good intentions, I think it’s better not to waste them on me. No matter how I upset Damon, that’s between us.

Even if we cause a ruckus, he’ll just be slightly upset with me. On the other hand, there are many poor people in

our country, your good intentions should be used on more meaningful things, Ms. Alonso.”

At this point, Wendy’s expression was nearly uncontrollable. The sales attendants nearby bit their lips, struggling not

to laugh.

But wasn’t she just asking for it?

The sales attendants moved further away and started whispering to each other.

“That was satisfying. How could this mistress flaunting her existence in front of the wife? If it were me, I’d really

love to give her a good slap.”