The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 800

Chloe looked a bit pale, still reeling from the sudden ocident

Lance could feel her panicked breathing. The faint scent of her, along with the warmth and softness of her body, made Lance’s heart start to feel a bit dazed as well. The thought of her with another man….

“Chloe, Chloe ”

Lance’s scalp started to tingle, his longing for her growing wild.

Before Chloe could fully react, his hand around her waist tightened, pulling her close.

A chill ran down Chloe’s spine Ignoring the pain in her foot, she pushed against Lance’s shoulders.

However, Lance held onto her firmly.

*Chloe, I was wrong. I really was.”

Chloe just felt sick, pushing him away with even more force. But he had a firm grip on her hand, and any pressure on her other foot resulted in a sharp pain. With a hand on his shoulder, Chloe asked angrily, “What the hell are you trying to do?!”

Lance was holding her tight, panting out, “I went you, Chloe, I want you…”

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At his words, her breath hitched and a wave of embarrassment and anger flooded her mind. She slapped himn hard across the face. *Shameless!”

Stunned by the slap, Lance paused. Chloé seized the opportunity to push him away.

Lance snapped out of it, feeling a chill creeping up from his feet.

“Chloe…”

tried to approach her.

from me!”

glare stopped him in his tracks.

thought Lance could

least on the surface, he was a polite gentleman. He would never do something like what he did today.” “Lance, you’re out

up from the wall, intending to leave. The pain in

reaching out to help.

“Chloe…

*Don’t touch me!

eyed him

fell on her lifted foot, a hint of regret and remorse in his

hurt. Let me take you

need!” Chloe

me. Remember

glanced towards the staircase. Keira stood

flickered when he saw Keira, then he calmly averted his eyes!

bit, the indifference in Lance’s attitude piercing

had seen his intimate moments with Chloe with her own eyes, yet he showed no signs of panic or guilt. Instead, he appeared cold

was wrong with him?

a cold demeanor. Lance watched her limping away, his heart aching, but he didn’t have the right to even get close.

Lance slumped down on the steps, resting his elbows on his knees and cradling his head

stood there silently, her heart filled with rage

applying ointment to her ankle, she called her assistant

arms around herself, feeling a strong sense of disgust and repulsion. Just then, a modestly dressed woman walked past her with a three or four–year–old

the child

looked back at Chloe. She saw her dressed immaculately and

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