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

the stage. Her gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on the entrance of the side hall of the banquet hall. A

suddenly weakened, barely able to stand. Her steps faltered, slowly turning around, staring intently at the man walking towards the stage. He was dressed in

Seeing the man, she felt hurt, but

gaze was fixed on Chloe, never shifting. As he got

parted naturally, making way for him. He was getting closer to the stage, his

closed; even though he tried to

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

arms.

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

man filled her nose, enveloping her completely. The coldness of his body made Chloe feel warm, finally putting down all her toughness and

relieved, but

avoiding her beautifully styled 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, his trembling deep voice echoed

careful voice;

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

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

second.” Chloe whispered, each word

of grievance, the voice trembling, the body shaking. Damon felt his heart was about to break. He let go of her, staring at the