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?”

fell upon Chloe, and she suddenly leaned in. Chloe

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

strange at all, smiling at Chloe, “Would you consider me? I’ll be

her eyes widened open in shock. The

echoed.

Cicely was suddenly grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. Then she was thrown out without

hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and her

regaining her balance, she immediately broke away from the man’s embrace. His arm was tightly wrapped

from the moment she touched the arm behind her, that intense familiarity was instantly confirmed in her heart. She gave a mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the point where even now, she was still frighteningly familiar with his touch?

again, her

felt exactly like slipping on the edge

where the warmth and fragrance of the woman

Chloe into his arms from the chair, his grip so strong that he almost took 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 in Damon’s arms, anxiously turning her head to check

seemingly trying to block her

stormy sky, dark and cold. His deep gazes were like

edge.

Cicely, wanting to know what she

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

gaze was like a cold sting, directed at Cicely, causing her to feel nervous and involuntarily