The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1172

Chloe was sitting there, straight as a rod, munching away with such elegance and ease that you couldn't help but admire her. She didn't have to look to know that across from her was a scene that was laughably ridiculous. She was eating her breakfast with total concentration, her expression unchanging in the face of what was happening across the table.

"Ms. Wendy, would you like another bowl of soup?"

Because Addie kept piling food onto Wendy's plate, Wendy quickly finished a bowl of soup, while everyone else was still eating. She glanced at Damon, who was eating his breakfast gracefully across from her. Despite being full, she didn't want to leave the table early.

So, she smiled and nodded. "Yeah, thanks Addie, the breakfast is really good."

Addie tended to Wendy as if she were her own daughter. Seeing that Wendy wanted a second bowl, she happily filled up another one for her.

Presley, seeing that Wendy had been welcomed into the house and that everyone's attitudes were acceptable, felt some of his anger dissipating. He looked at Wendy and said, laughing,

"If you like it, get Addie to make it for you every day. You need to put on some weight!"

Wendy blushed a little. "I'm already quite chubby."

Looking at her slim figure, Presley snorted. "Where? You kids must be blind. I don't care what you do outside, but in this house, you need to eat well."

"Yes! I'm already on my second bowl, aren’t I?"

Wendy's tone was affectionate, bringing a smile to Presley's serious eyes. He chuckled, but seeing that no one else had any reaction, his brow furrowed again.

With a bit of a grumpy pout, he looked up at Addie and asked, "Addie, have you picked out Wendy's room yet?"

Addie quickly responded, "Yes, I have! It's the third room on the west side of the second floor. I had it cleaned last night."

Chloe's hand paused in mid-sip. The west side of the second floor...

The room furthest to the west was Damon's study, and the second was his bedroom, which was now their shared room.

The third... Her eyebrows quirked, her lips curling into a sly smile. What an interesting arrangement.

After glancing at Chloe, Addie added, "It's right next to Damon's room. Presley and Alyssa are on the east side, and they prefer silence. If Ms. Wendy needed care, it would be more convenient for her to be on the west side..."

Hearing that her room was right next to Damon's, Wendy's grip on her spoon tightened, a thrill of excitement running through her.

Next to Damon... Wasn't that one step closer to him?

As long as... as long as they could spend more time together...

Damon had taken such good care of her when they were kids; there was no way he didn't have any feelings for her.

Just then, Elizabeth suddenly slammed her utensils into her bowl, glaring at Addie as she said coldly, "It seems that aside from Presley, Addie has the most say in this house. I wasn't even informed about arranging the rooms. You went ahead and made the decision."

Addie bit her lip, feeling wronged, but she couldn't show it. With Wendy moving in and judging from yesterday's events, she might have to face these cold faces frequently in the future. If she showed any weakness, she wouldn't be able to help Wendy in a crisis.

"Here, drink your soup."

Elizabeth looked at him for a couple of seconds before lowering her head to drink the soup.

Royce fed her the soup bit by bit, asking softly when he finished, "Are you full?"

"Yes!"

At this point, Alyssa, who had been quietly eating her meal, slowly put down her utensils.

Seeing this, Wendy quickly said, "Granny, do you need to do something? Can I accompany you?"

Alyssa pulled out a napkin, wiping her mouth with a cold look and a quiet "No need," then turned to Hannah next to her and asked, "Is the car ready?"

"Already waiting," Hannah replied promptly.

"Good, let's go." She tossed the napkin aside, and Hannah stepped forward to push her wheelchair.

"Where are you going?" Presley asked with a frown.

"Home. Since you Harper family folks think your words are law and no one can object, then no one will bother you. I want to live a little longer. I’m looking forward to seeing my grandson, not you. Hannah, let's go."