The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1168

She looked up at the man, his handsome face still carrying that somewhat suppressed but heart-wrenching expression.

"Quit worrying over me, okay? Our beef with the Alonso family ain't your fault. As long as Wendy and I aren't a thing, there's always gonna be bad blood. I've never given a hoot about what the Alonso family could do to me, I don't need to."

Chloe got it. He was talking about the time she had discouraged him from taking action against Wendy.

"But if the Alonso family starts to retaliate, what if they get mad?"

Better to keep the status quo and stay on neutral terms with the Alonso family than to suddenly make enemies.

"Don't overthink it."

He cut her off, “If the Alonso family doesn't cut me some slack, I am not gonna let them off the hook either."

Chloe was silent for a moment, then nodded, "Alright. I'll take your word for it."

He was right. She was so cautious because she didn't want him to have a hard time. On second thought, although the Alonso family was a big deal, it wasn't something she should have to worry about.

Even if it meant wasting some time and energy, even if there were detours, Damon had no reason to be crushed by the Alonso family. Not to mention she wasn't about to let Wendy, this nagging woman, off the hook that easily.

She looked up at Damon, and Chloe even felt some resentment towards herself. Despite repeatedly conveying her dependence on him, every time, her lifelong habit of self-reliance pushed him aside.

She even constantly reminded him to stay rational for her sake. But she didn't realize that this so-called rationality was his most painful moment.

"I'm sorry, Damon." She cupped his face, her eyes full of remorse and sympathy for this man. "Never again. If I'm hurt, you gotta stand up for me, okay?"

"Mm."

Chloe smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. She was taken aback by his demeanor today. She never imagined his forbearance could be so heartbreaking.

His face was still gloomy, lips tightly pressed. She couldn't help but want to lighten his mood, to improve the expression on his face. "Do you want to blame me? Or you could vent your anger on me."

Damon gave a helpless bitter smile, leaning his forehead against hers, "How could I?"

Chloe's felt a mix of warmth and bitterness. She suddenly felt that she was unworthy of his indulgence and affection.

She lifted her head, cupped his face, and took the initiative to kiss his lips. She didn't know what to do, maybe kissing him would cheer him up a bit, and put her at ease.

Her lips were as soft as petals, carrying a sweet scent. They felt delicate and soft against his. Her tongue slipped past his lips, through his teeth, touching his tongue, everything so careful and cautious.

The tension in Damon's eyes gradually faded, feeling Chloe's initiative and dependence. He knew what her actions meant. Comfort, appeasement.

But she was the last person who should be comforting him, appeasing him. Her injury was his fault. He shouldn't have been kind to Wendy.

Damon pushed her away. "Quit messing around."

His eyes had softened, his voice low and hoarse.

One of her hands gripped Damon's arm, the other hand wandering under his shirt. She knew she had done something wrong, and could only apologize according to his previous punishment method.

She rarely took the initiative, her assertiveness today surprised Damon. Yet he still took her hand out of his shirt, then kissed her, without any excessive actions.

Chloe tried to pull her hand away, but she wasn't strong enough. She could only accept his kiss.

"Don't torture me, okay? I don't want to hurt you again."

Her injury was something he couldn't forget. How could he let her get hurt again?

Chloe wanted to say she was fine, but was kissed by the man the next second. The atmosphere was warm, intimate, and affectionate.

It was okay this way too. As long as it could free him from the shackles just now, she was willing to do so. However, this warm moment didn't last long, the door of the study was knocked.

Then the cautious voice of a servant came from outside. "Mr. Harper, are you in there?"

Damon stopped kissing her, furrowed his brows, "What's up?"

"Ms. Elizabeth is downstairs arguing with Mr. Presley, you better go take a look."

Chloe also turned her head, glanced at the closed door, then got off the desk.

The two left the study, hadn't even made it to the staircase, when they heard Elizabeth's angry voice coming from the first floor living room. "You saw it in West Valley too! What kind of behavior was that?! Have you considered Chloe's feelings with your decision?!"