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…”

from below the stage. All the voices combined, instantly pushing

the stage. Her gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on the entrance of the side hall of the banquet hall. A tall figure was walking towards them.

weakened, barely able 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 his chest gleaming, a picture of grace as if he stepped out of

felt hurt, but also very

never shifting. As he got closer,

parted naturally, making way for him. He was getting

her eyes reddening. Damon kept his lips tightly closed; even though he tried to control his expression, seeing Chloe’s swollen eyes, his

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

fresh scent of the man filled her

whispered, obviously relieved, but her voice

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

gentle and careful voice; he cared for

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

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

whispered, each word trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

felt his heart was about to break. He