The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1862

with an uncontrollable twitch. His clenched fist, resting on the table, was white-knuckled, the bones pressing hard

against the wood. “What did you just say?”

Nathan, too consumed by his own nerves to notice the storm brewing in Damon, repeated his question hastily: “I

said, could Anya possibly be your daughter with Yulia?”

He couldn’t finish his sentence before a solid punch collided with his face. His nose felt like it was about to shatter.

“Damn it.” Nathan clutched his throbbing nose, bending over and tears streamed down his face. It wasn’t the pain

that made him cry. It was totally sheer reflex.

Damon had no sympathy for him, stepping closer as Nathan stumbled back, pleading. “Hold on, hold on, man, this

really sucks.”

Anya, perched on the table, blinked her wide eyes, not quite grasping the situation. She’d assumed they were just

messing around.d1

As she turned to follow Nathan’s retreat, confusion clouded her gaze. When she saw the blood trickling between

Nathan’s fingers, she let out a startled yelp. “Don’t be mean to Nathan.”

Anya scrambled to her feet, flailing her little arms, jumping anxiously on the table.

Nathan, noticing the blood gushing from his nose and Damon still fuming, backed away, looking for an escape. “I

was just asking. Just tell me yes or no. Even if she is your daughter, I wouldn’t tell Chloe, man.”

Damon’s face went from dark to downright thunderous.

Nathan sighed desperately, nearly in tears as Damon closed in on him.

“We’re blood, man. If I keep mum and you keep mum, and Yulia keeps mum, Chloe will never have to know. We’re

here, right? What’s yours

and grabbed

gut.

mine is mine, and yours…” He paused, his

of Nathan associating him with Yulia sent him into a rage, itching to turn this

could he

out, you’ve gotta stay cool. I messed up, I really did. I shouldn’t

Damon’s willpower to suppress the

shivers down

tell me, does Anya really look like you? I’m just being realistic here. Isn’t

of your wild days?”

She looks like me? Have you ever

a deep breath. “You’re not suggesting that Anya’s

of Damon’s teeth

go clean up this bloody mess?” He figured if he

it out

him a cold stare

Damon’s wrist and nudged it

those pristine hands.”

grew desperate. “The smell, man. You don’t want Chloe to catch a whiff,

you?”

Damon abruptly let go, and Nathan seized

table, watching Nathan run with his bloody nose until he

turned to Damon. They were left alone

meeting Anya’s wide-eyed look.

the brim. Without

her, Anya burst into

of a child’s sudden crying had an indescribable piercing power. Damon felt

chatting when Anya’s cries startled

upstairs.

here. I’ll

she was already on the move, reaching

and followed. Yulia slowed

belly.

Anya’s sobs

in unison, pausing. Chloe’s eyes widened in surprise to see Damon at

tears with an awkward tenderness.

seen Damon holding a child, and with such gentle

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