The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 876

Damon walked into the hospital room holding flowers, and as Chloe turned her head towards Wendy, the smile on her face slowly faded.

"Aren't you gonna sit?"

Wendy just stared at her, lowering her voice on purpose,

"Last night, you blocked Elsa's slap."

At this, Chloe cracked a small smile,

"But not the second one."

Wendy frowned, "You know what I’m getting at."

Chloe laughed lightly, like a wisp of cloud,

"Of course, I know what you’re saying. That's why I took the slap. Do you think I didn't get slapped enough last night?"

A chill surged up in Wendy's heart.

She found Chloe a bit scary.

Last night, everyone was just surprised by Chloe's identity, and nobody suspected anything else.

It seemed like a simple misunderstanding.

Elsa thought Felix was seduced by Chloe, so she lashed out at Chloe.

No one would have suspected Chloe.

But from what she just said, it seemed like she indeed had something to do with it.

However, even if that were so, nobody would have linked her to it.

She gave a slight smile, trying to seem generous. "I don't really follow. I honestly feel guilty."

Chloe smiled knowingly. She knew Wendy wouldn't admit that last night Felix had come to her on his own, causing Elsa to blow up, and that had nothing to do with Wendy.

She had no proof to show that Wendy did anything wrong or played any role in this.

But she knew what kind of person Wendy was, and that was enough.

"You should feel guilty." Chloe looked at her, smiling, "Last night's incident made Damon really mad. He dealt with Felix and Elsa severely. It all happened at your party. If I were you, I'd feel guilty too."

Wendy clamped her mouth shut, "I do feel guilty."

Chloe showed no emotion and made no comment on Wendy's attitude.

But that obvious nonchalance made Wendy feel very uncomfortable.

She couldn't articulate a single word.

The air between them suddenly turned awkward.

Just then, Damon emerged from the hospital room, squinting slightly at their silence.

"What's up?"

A deep voice sounded from behind her, and Wendy turned nonchalantly to see Damon, managing only a slight smile.

"Nothing, Damon. Could you spare me a moment? I'd like to talk with you."

Chloe leaned back on the couch, looking up at them.

Damon glanced at Chloe, as if seeking her approval.

Wendy gripped her purse tighter, trying to keep her emotions in check.

Chloe blinked lightly. "Be quick, lunch will be ready soon."

Damon pursed his lips and walked out of the room.

A sharp pain shot through Wendy's heart, her carefully manicured nails digging into her palms.

"...You weren't there at the time, Damon. Anyone could tell the slap Elsa gave her, she deliberately took it. She had already blocked Elsa, but then suddenly let go!"

Damon's hands clenched even tighter, "The fact remains, Elsa did slap her. Given that, I can't just let it slide."

The emotions Wendy had been suppressing finally started to crumble.

"Damon! How can you be so blinded by that woman? The Bakers and the Larkins have just formed an alliance. You blatantly beat the Bakers' precious daughter like that. How will the Larkins explain this to the Bakers? Elsa is still Felix's fiancée. Have you considered how their families will get along in the future? The Larkins..."

Wendy's outburst suddenly stopped. Looking at the unmoving figure in front of her, an idea that had been lurking in her mind since yesterday's party suddenly seemed to have become a reality.

"You know she deliberately took the slap, right? Nathan was there too. How could he not have told you?"

After a moment, she let out a bitter laugh, "I get it. Her move secured her a deal for the Harpers against the Larkins. She didn't lose out. She's really shrewd. But Damon, have you considered that her actions yesterday may have been to manipulate you? If she wasn't certain you'd stand up for her, what would be the point of enduring that humiliation? If you knew her from the start..."

"Enough."

Damon's voice cut through the air, icy and ruthless. He slowly turned around, his eyes carrying a hint of chilling frost.

"She's been pushed around, and there's no way in hell I'm gonna sit on the sidelines. If she can't even trust or rely on me, then what good am I to her?"

Wendy's head was buzzing, her eyes wide in disbelief as she stared at the stoic man in front of her.

His words had effectively shut her up and she was at a loss for words.

"Don't assume I don't get stuff you understand. I've got my own judgment, and I sure as hell don't need anyone to school me."

Damon's voice was cold and distant, and Wendy's hands clenched tightly, shaking from the tension.

"You're really putting all your trust in her?"

"She's my choice."