The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 800

Chloe looked a bit pale, still reeling from the sudden incident.

Lance could feel her panicked breathing. The faint scent of her, along with the warmth and softness of her body, made Lance's heart start to feel a bit dazed as well.

The thought of her with another man...

"Chloe, Chloe..."

Lance's scalp started to tingle, his longing for her growing wild.

Before Chloe could fully react, his hand around her waist tightened, pulling her close.

A chill ran down Chloe's spine. Ignoring the pain in her foot, she pushed against Lance's shoulders.

However, Lance held onto her firmly.

"Chloe, I was wrong, I really was..."

Chloe just felt sick, pushing him away with even more force. But he had a firm grip on her hand, and any pressure on her other foot resulted in a sharp pain.

With a hand on his shoulder, Chloe asked angrily, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

Lance was holding her tight, panting out, "I want you, Chloe, I want you..."

At his words, her breath hitched, and a wave of embarrassment and anger flooded her mind. She slapped him hard across the face.

"Shameless!"

Stunned by the slap, Lance paused. Chloe seized the opportunity to push him away.

Lance snapped out of it, feeling a chill creeping up from his feet.

"Chloe..."

He tried to approach her.

"Stay away from me!"

Chloe's icy glare stopped him in his tracks.

She never thought Lance could do something like this!

Sure, he had pursued Keira before, but at least on the surface, he was a polite gentleman. He would never do something like what he did today.

"Lance, you're out of your mind!"

She looked at him coldly, then stood up from the wall, intending to leave. The pain in her foot made her wince.

Lance noticed her discomfort, reaching out to help.

"Chloe..."

"Don't touch me!"

Chloe eyed him warily.

His gaze fell on her lifted foot, a hint of regret and remorse in his eyes.

"Your foot's hurt. Let me take you to the doctor..."

"No need!" Chloe refused outright.

"Stay away from me. Remember who you are, Lance."

The smell of the sausage wafted over, and Chloe's face turned pale. She covered her mouth and ran into the restroom, ignoring the pain in her foot.

Chloe's reaction startled the little girl. She hid behind her mom, looking at the restroom door fearfully.

"Mom... did that lady look down on us?"

The woman sat her daughter down, glanced at the restroom, and consoled her.

"No. She probably just doesn't like eating this."

"I see."

Chloe was by the sink, rinsing her mouth.

The image of Lance holding her kept replaying in her mind. His whispers, his touch, his scent, even his body heat when he was close...all made her sick to her stomach...

A wave of nausea hit her again, and Chloe began to retch.

After a while, she felt slightly better.

She stood up, leaning against the wall, trying to calm herself down.

She never thought she would be so repulsed by Lance's touch.

It was surprising.

Chloe smiled faintly. This only proved that she never truly loved Lance.

On the contrary, she enjoyed Damon's touch, his noble and cold face, how he teased her, joked with her, flirted with her...