The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1340

After Damon finished speaking, he headed straight for the dining room. Chloe watched him go and gave a small smile.

“Chloe, could you please consider that others also have the ability to think before you speak?”

“What’s up?”

Cicely turned to look at her, propping up one cheek with her hand, her voice indifferent ‘Are you broke?”

“I have money. But with so many people in the company, isn’t it normal to have financial difficulties?”

Cicely got it and gave a small smile, “Indeed, it’s quite normal.”

What Chloe wanted to express was just a so called excuse. As for the real situation, as long as the excuse was sufficient, there shouldn’t be a problem, right? Cicely maintained a smile, looking at Chloe. She was starting to feel envious and jealous. She had a clear understanding of the situation, able to distinguish the nature of each matter.

After staring for a few seconds, Cicely suddenly said, “I’m starting to feel envious and jealous of you.”

Chloe was confused, “What?”

Cicely gave a small smile, “You’re smart, capable, rich, have a car, a house and a company…

She paused for a moment, “Isn’t this the image of a successful person that all women aspire to?”

upon Chloe, and she suddenly leaned in. Chloe was

who had just entered the dining room following the two men,

Cicely didn’t find it strange at all, smiling at Chloe, “Would you consider me? I’ll be at

cheek and looked back in surprise, her eyes widened open

echoed.

Cicely was suddenly grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. Then she was

figure wavered unstably, showing no signs of regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and her panicked heart also dropping in that

arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, the intense contact still incredibly strong. This feeling was familiar.

laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the point where even now, she was still frighteningly familiar with his

the man again, her face pale,

felt exactly like slipping on

warmth and fragrance of

tightly in his arms, her beautiful face showing a hint of panic. After a moment

seemingly trying to block her view.

face was now gloomy like a stormy sky, dark and cold. His deep gazes were like

edge.

Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon forcefully pressed her against his chest,

her with a half–smile. She blinked, extended her other hand around Damon’s neck,

like a cold sting, directed at Cicely, causing her to feel nervous and involuntarily step back. “Mr. Harper,