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?

which were after her, wanting her life, and

seemed to be too many things

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

sound as she stepped on

turned around and headed for the study at the end of the

door was partially open. Chloe’s sense of smell was extremely sharp; even the faintest hint of airflow seeping through the

of smoke?

back to her, one hand in his pocket, the other raised,

open, the

no sound, but this usually sensitive man seemed to not notice. It wasn’t until she stood by his side, at his flank, that she softly called his name, “Damon.” only

expression, Chloe’s eyes contracted in an instant.

What a face!

onto his face through the open window, illuminating his eyes, was it

in his eyes, his knuckles were prominent, the cigarette in his hand had been crushed.

“Damon.”

looked scary, but she felt a pang in her heart, it felt like it was going against the flow, rushing up to her throat, filling her

Damon extinguished the cigarette in his hand, closed the

he asked in a

deep and hoarse. He tightened

here,” he held her hand, then took her away from the spot where the window

to the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the study, tugged his arm firmly, telling him she

he turned to look

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