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?”

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

opened, and Chloe’s

is prepared? I didn’t eat much

she unintentionally looked up and saw two extra people in the living room, her

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

Chloe, her previously anxious and nervous face instantly changed, her gaze fixed on Chloe, her rapidly changing expression froze on

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

figure, but it was

the most were the red marks all over Chloe’s body. Everyone knew what those marks were. Her hair was a bit

matter how you

her best to hide her emotions,

her eyes out when she

was

eyebrows, staring at Wendy, a trace of sarcasm flashed

even though he had expected it, but

bit of regret, picked up the jacket next to him, and put

“Cold?”

her up. And then easily put her

teeth, her eyes fixed on Chloe, the closer view of those kiss

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

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

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

breakfast?”