The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 911

Damon kept a poker face, “Good.”

Wendy slightly furrowed her brows, “Oh… that’s good, I noticed your wife seemed a little upset yesterday… so I was

a bit concerned.”

“Hmm.” Damon responded indifferently, then glanced at his wrist watch.

Following his gaze, Wendy noticed that he was still wearing the same brand of watch as before, not the Piaget

couple’s watch that Chloe bought yesterday.

She subtly touched her own watch, a small smile playing on her lips. Chloe, as expected, was a bit presumptuous.

The room fell into silence again, while Wendy’s mood subtly shifted.

She racked her brain for a topic, and when her eyes landed on Damon’s slightly disheveled shirt, she suddenly

remembered the dress that Chloe bought yesterday.

She wasn’t sure if Chloe had mentioned anything to him, but if she said that she was the one who suggested buying

the dress, Damon might get angry at her. After all, concerning the reputation of the Harper family, even the usually

mild and kind–hearted Elizabeth got angry yesterday.

After thinking it over, it seemed better to take the initiative to tell him now than to be asked by Damon later.

After hesitating a little, she said lightly,

“Damon, yesterday… I didn’t think it through when I was joking with your wife about the dress… I suggested a

miniskirt…”

Damon’s eyebrows twitched slightly, then he slowly lifted his head, his eyes coldly fixed on her.

“Miniskirt?”

When Damon turned around, he had a neutral, emotionless countenance. Wendy bit her lip because she was a little

uneasy, yet there was still a tinge of anxiety on her lovely face. “Yes, a red miniskirt. The design is a bit… a bit

revealing, but I was just joking at the time. I didn’t expect her to actually buy it. She might have been a little angry

and bought it… Tonight is a welcome party for Elizabeth! Damon, you have to persuade your wife not to wear it out,

or else I would really…”

The closed bedroom door was suddenly opened, and Chloe’s lazy voice rang out-

“What kind of breakfast is prepared? I didn’t eat much last night, now I’m really a bit…”

She was talking and walking out. When she unintentionally looked up and saw two extra people in the living room,

her words abruptly stopped.

As the gaze fell upon Wendy, who was sitting on the sofa,a layer of indifference gradually spread across her gentle

face.

Wendy’s eyes widened at the sight of Chloe, her previously anxious and nervous face instantly changed, her gaze

fixed on Chloe, her rapidly changing expression froze on her face.

She was wearing the red dress that Wendy had just been talking about. Just as Wendy said yesterday, her figure

was really suitable for it. Her proportions were perfect, her legs slender and straight, her front curve was full, and

her back line was graceful, very attractive, sexy and charming.

She didn’t have a voluptuous figure, but it was enough to keep one’s eyes on her.

What Wendy couldn’t accept the most were the red marks all over Chloe’s body. Everyone knew what those marks

were. Her hair was a bit messy, but along with her gentle and charming expression at the moment, she looked

extremely beautiful.

It looked like she had been treated roughly, and also like she had been deeply pampered. No matter how you

looked at it, it made one very certain about what kind of madness they had experienced.

Wendy sat stiffly on the sofa, her hands clenched tightly, trying her best to hide her emotions, but she couldn’t stop

shaking.

Katie stood quietly on the side, almost popping her eyes out when she saw Chloe look like this again.

This… this was too….

Chloe slightly raised her eyebrows, staring at Wendy, a trace of sarcasm flashed in her eyes.

Damon turned his head to look at her, even though he had expected it, but now…

He felt a bit of regret, picked up the jacket next to him, and put it on her.

“Cold?”

He asked, then picked her up. And then easily put her on the couch.

Wendy bit her teeth, her eyes fixed on Chloe, the closer view of those kiss marks even more clear and glaring.

She turned her gaze to the handsome man next to her, who was always indifferent and desireless. She didn’t

expect that he would be such a dominant person in private. She forced herself to stay tense, fearing that she would

be swallowed by all the negative emotions if she was not careful.

Chloe curled up her slender legs and leaned on the sofa, casually glanced at Wendy across from her, then looked

up at Katie. She chuckled, “you’re here.” Katie looked at her, her gaze involuntarily swept over the kiss marks on

Chloe’s body, then she quickly retracted her gaze, and nodded, “Hmm.” Chloe smiled, looked at the steaming

thermal box on the coffee table, slightly raised her eyebrows, then pointed at it and asked softly, “This doesn’t look

like something from the hotel.”

Then she turned to Damon and smiled, “Where’s my

breakfast?”

Damon paused, reached out and adjusted her clothes for her, “Just sit tight.”

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the balcony.

Not long after, he came back with a gloomy face. He picked up his phone and ordered another breakfast.

Then he sat down next to Chloe again and said softly, “The breakfast is cold, wait a little longer.”

Chloe nodded, “If you had just woken me up, the breakfast wouldn’t have gone cold.”

Damon hooked his lips, a smile appeared on his previously indifferent face, his voice even lower, “Starving?”

Chloe didn’t say anything.

Damon’s gaze fell on the soup that Wendy had poured for him on the coffee table. He reached out and took the

bowl in his hand.

“Have some soup first, breakfast will be ready soon.”

“What kind of soup is this?” Chloe asked.

“It’s seafood soup.” Damon replied, scooping up a spoonful of soup and bringing it to her mouth, “Want to try?”

Wendy clenched her hands tightly, using all her strength, but she didn’t seem to feel any pain.

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Seafood soup? Chloe smiled slightly and glanced at Wendy. Then, without any fuss, she lowered her head, took the

spoon, and had a sip.

Damon watched her reaction quietly, trying to gauge her preferences on the spot.