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…”

came from below the stage. All the voices combined, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the banquet hall to its

across the hall, finally landing on the entrance of the side hall of

towards the stage. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, a crystal boutonniere on his chest

she felt hurt,

on Chloe, never shifting. As he got closer, his steps

way for him. He was

his lips tightly closed; even though he tried to control his expression, seeing Chloe’s swollen eyes,

the steps, and quickly reached her side. Almost halfway there, he had already stretched out his long, strong

arms.

melt her into his body, as if only in this way, he could calm his anxious heart, trying to prevent the woman in

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

obviously relieved, but her voice couldn’t help

sorry, Chloe, I’m sorry.” He kept kissing her hair, his voice full of guilt, his trembling deep

voice; he cared for her

man, her tightly strung heart finally relaxed. Having received the man’s tenderness, her sense of grievance intensified. “I’ve been waiting

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

whispered, each word trembling uncontrollably,

of grievance, the voice trembling, the body shaking. Damon felt his heart was about to break. He let go of her, staring at the uncontrollable tears on the woman’s face, and hurriedly stretched out his