The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1167

Then he stood up, looked at her tenderly for a moment, then quietly turned away.

He seemed like he wanted to head to the balcony, but his rigid body wavered slightly, yet didn’t move. He turned again, as if he wanted to go to the bathroom, but still didn’t leave. Finally, he turned towards the door, paused for two seconds, then walked out.

Chloe watched his movements, feeling a bit puzzled.

The bedroom door swung open and closed, instantly restoring the tranquility of the room. The deep grey bed sheets and duvet sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at the closed door in silence, Chloe didn’t make any movements, only blinked.

Based on what she knew about him, the anger he’d accumulated in West Valley should’ve found an outlet.

She failed to keep her promise and got herself hurt.

From her experiences in Hong Kong, he should’ve given her a cold look to express his displeasure at her injury, teaching her a lesson in a gentle way, warning her that if she got hurt again, the consequences would be severe. But he didn’t, there was no so–called gentle attitude, nor did he give her any gloomy looks.

He just stayed quiet.

She once again stopped him from hurting Wendy because of her.

When he saw her being whipped by Wendy with his own eyes, he couldn’t seek revenge for her. She sensed that the anger he had forcibly suppressed was now coiled tightly in his heart, unable to be released.

Shouldn’t he be with her? Or lost his temper at her. She was willing to see that anger, which was entirely accumulated because of her.

But, today seemed a bit unusual. She lay quietly on the bed, thinking about Damon’s strange behavior today. She even wondered if there was a new competitor by her side today, making him anxious and jealous?

Or was it because she won the equestrian competition today, or because he just found out that she had shot someone, so he was somewhat dissatisfied?

the people today, most of which were after her, wanting her

seemed to be too

got out of bed, opened the room door and walked out of the bedroom; he was nowhere to be

room on her own. The second floor was usually quiet during the day, and there was no sound as she stepped on the high–end Persian carpets. She stood at the top of the stairs looking towards the living room, but didn’t

around and headed for the study at the end of the hallway.

even the faintest hint of airflow seeping through the gap

of smoke?

her, one hand in his pocket, the other raised, she couldn’t see what was in his

window was wide open, the study

his flank, that she softly called his name, “Damon.” only then did

eyes contracted in an instant.

What a face!

light outside shone directly onto his face through the open window, illuminating his

anger flickered in his eyes, his knuckles were prominent, the cigarette in

“Damon.”

like this, he looked scary, but she felt a pang in her heart, it felt like it was going against the flow,

the cigarette in his hand, closed the window, and the cold air was instantly shut

aren’t you resting?” he asked in a low voice.

deep and hoarse. He tightened her clothes, carefully avoiding

then took her away from

the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the

to

hand free, walked up to him, pressed against his broad chest. His clothes were still