The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1123

“Alright.” Elizabeth replied, her tone indifferent, “Seven it is.”

Addie nodded, “Okay.”

She then lifted her head to look at Wendy standing by the side, and without any expression, turned and walked away.

Before she even got into the kitchen, she heard Wendy’s low voice.

“Well, Elizabeth… Chloe… I’ll let you be…

Elizabeth glanced at her, “You’re not going to stay for dinner?”

Wendy smiled, “There’s some business at the company that needs my attention. I won’t bother you any longer.” “Oh.”

Elizabeth didn’t say much more, just replied, “Be careful on the road then.”

“Okay.”

After leaving the villa, Wendy glanced at her watch, bit her lip, and hurried towards her car. Her car slowly pulled out of the Harper family driveway and gradually picked up speed, zooming down the road.

Wendy gritted her teeth, her face taut. As she saw a black car slowly approaching from a distance, she gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The window was wide open, the cold air rushing into the car, whipping her long hair around. She bit her lower lip, her face twisted in pain.

As Damon drove around two bends, he saw a sports car coming towards him. He furrowed his brow, slightly turning the steering wheel, moving towards the inner side of the road. He tried to avoid the out–of–control car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his brow furrowed, silently watching as the oncoming car got closer and closer.

Despite the distance, Wendy clearly saw the handsome, composed man in the car.

with endless grievances. She gritted her teeth until her car got closer and closer to his black Bentley, then abruptly turned the steering wheel. The car skidded along the mountain wall for a while, before coming to a stop not

the stopped car. He stared at the car full of airbags for a while, then unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He was

propped up her head, leaning back in her seat, squinting at the man standing not

him quietly, blood trickling down from her hand. She bit her lip, her face pale, tears rolling

ache. Why was she always so close to him, but never

other women? He was right in front of

was so strong it was

“Get out.”

the stern man in front of her. She bit

was blocked by the mountain, so she couldn’t open it. She turned to look at the passenger door, intending to move over, but felt dizzy

She wasn’t pretending, the wound was real, the dizziness was real, and the weakness was real.

eyes. So she really crashed into the mountain, just to get a chance to get closer to

and ruthless, a man all women couldn’t touch. But the more he was like this, the more she

car by a force. She was dragged out, flung against the car, just managing to steady herself, a dull pain emanating from her

few steps away, staring at her

do you

look at Damon, blood still

Her voice trembled, her expression full of grievance, tears sliding down her cheeks, making her look stubborn

coldly stared at her, his lips parting slightly.

didn’t waste a word.

for you to

have to do anything. The two

Unrelated…

it was only her concern, and whether he would be with her or