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?”

she suddenly leaned in. Chloe was caught off guard, and her

following the two men, was shocked into silence. Had Cicely gone mad?!

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

her eyes widened open in

echoed.

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

of regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and

was tightly wrapped around her waist, the intense contact still incredibly

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

the man again, her face pale,

felt exactly like slipping on

the warmth and fragrance of the

chair with her. Chloe had one hand around his neck, held tightly in his arms, her beautiful face showing a hint of panic. After a moment of distraction, she lay quietly

warm hand, seemingly trying to block

deep gazes

edge.

her head in confusion to look at Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon forcefully pressed her against his chest, not allowing her to glance at

she still saw Cicely, her face pale, looking at her with a half–smile. She blinked, extended her other hand around Damon’s neck, tiptoed, and leaned against Damon’s neck. “Don’t blame me, I didn’t know she

her to feel nervous and involuntarily step back. “Mr. Harper, aren’t you being too domineering? Are you overly concerned about