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…”

All the voices combined, instantly pushing the atmosphere of

aback, turning her head to look down at the stage. Her gaze swept across the hall, finally

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

slightly. Seeing the man, she felt

was fixed on Chloe, never shifting. As he got closer, his steps became more hurried

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

though he tried to control his expression, seeing

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

arms.

if only in this way, he could calm his anxious heart, trying to prevent the woman in front of him from being too upset.

The unique fresh scent of the man filled her nose, enveloping her completely. The

obviously relieved, but

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

had such a gentle and careful voice; he

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

felt hurt; she was complaining. That feeling of expecting every second, but disappointing every second, was really

each word trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming

to break. He let go of her, staring at the uncontrollable tears on the woman’s face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe them, but they never