The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1259

She had every intention to storm the stage and yank Chloe down, but out of the blue, a figure appeared, snagging her arm and rudely shoved her off the stage.

“Ahh!” Carolina fell from the stage with a thud, followed by Carolina’s piercing scream.

Everyone present was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. No matter what, she was an old lady, such a fall must’ve broken something, right?

But the people on stage were even more shocked than those below. Wendy turned pale as a ghost, standing unsteadily, retreating involuntarily.

“Nate!?”

Wasn’t he supposed to have left with Damon? How did he pop up out of nowhere?

Could it be…

Presley was also furrowing his brows. “Nate, why are you back?!”

Chloe was even more surprised, looking up at Nate, frozen, her eyes trembling slightly. She swayed a little, and hurriedly walked to Nate’s side, grabbing onto his sleeve tightly. She looked up at him, her lips trembling as she asked, “Nate, is Damon back?”

Nate looked a bit off, his handsome face covered in sweat. He gave Chloe a smile. “I’m sorry, ma’am, he might…”

could finish, an exclamation came from below the stage. All the voices combined, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the banquet hall

turning her head to look down at the stage. Her gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on the entrance of the

the man walking towards the stage. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, a crystal boutonniere on his chest gleaming, a picture of grace as if he stepped out of a painting.

Seeing the man, she felt hurt, but also very grateful that

As he got

crowd parted naturally, making way for him. He was getting

kept his lips tightly closed; even though he tried to control his expression, seeing Chloe’s swollen eyes, his gaze couldn’t help

there, he had already stretched out his

arms.

into his body, as if only in this way, he could calm his anxious heart, trying

tightly by the man’s strong arms, her body ached a little. The unique fresh scent of the man filled her nose, enveloping her completely. The coldness of his body made

whispered, obviously relieved, but her voice couldn’t

hair for tonight, and held her tightly once more. “I’m sorry, Chloe, I’m sorry.” He kept kissing her hair, his voice full of guilt,

had such a gentle and careful voice; he cared for her

Having received the man’s tenderness,

was complaining. That feeling of expecting every second, but disappointing every

word trembling

about to break. He let go of her, staring at the uncontrollable tears on the woman’s face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to