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…”

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

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

to stand. Her steps faltered, slowly turning around, staring intently at the man walking towards the stage. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, a crystal boutonniere on

smiled, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Seeing the man, she felt hurt, but also very grateful that he appeared in time!

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

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

lips tightly closed; even though he tried to

Almost halfway there, he had already stretched out his long, strong arms towards

arms.

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

unique fresh scent of the man filled her nose,

relieved, but her

for tonight, and held her tightly once more. “I’m sorry, Chloe, I’m sorry.” He kept

voice;

wronged, now being held by the man, her tightly strung heart finally relaxed. Having received the man’s tenderness, her sense of grievance

feeling of expecting

word trembling uncontrollably,

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 wipe them, but they