The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 878

This was a complicated situation.

Chloe's lips were sealed tight, looking like she wasn't about to let him off the hook so easily.

Damon was at a loss, staring at her vibrant eyes, and finally gave in, dropping a light kiss on her lips with a coaxing tone.

"What do you want for lunch?"

Chloe turned her head away, ignoring him.

"Do you fancy something light?"

Chloe slightly lifted the corner of her mouth, a sweet smile flashing in her eyes.

The one who was angry before was Damon, and now the one trying to please him was Ms. Chloe.

Now,

Nate just couldn't bear to look at Damon’s awkwardness.

In the end, amidst Damon's constant guessing, Chloe finally said,

"Ask Nathan, he knows best."

Damon's brows twitched.

He hadn't gotten around to dealing with Nathan properly, and now he had to ask him for advice?

Then how could he have to deal with him later on?

But seeing Chloe frowning at him, he got up and made a call to Nathan.

Nathan answered the phone, his attitude very warm.

"Bro, leave this to me."

Listening to Nathan's tone as if he had just been pardoned, Damon pursed his lips, giving a cold "Hmm".

Hanging up the phone, Nathan twirled around in excitement, h

olding his phone and passionately kissing it.

"Chloe, you're an angel!"

Nate, watching their affectionate interaction in the ward and hearing a belly full of sweet talk, knowing there was no lunch task, left the ward.

When Chloe heard the conversation between Damon and Nate, she turned her head abruptly, seeing Nate standing at the door, smiling at her. Her face turned beet red instantly.

Was Nate here the whole time?

Then her argument with Damon and all those affectionate movements were...

All seen?

Her image!

Her reputation!

She bit her lip in embarrassment, then turned her head and closed her eyes.

This was... so embarrassing.

Damon looked at her, smiled faintly, sat next to her, and pulled her into his arms.

"Now you want to be shy?"

"You…" She turned her head cautiously, and only relaxed after confirming that Nate had left.

"Why didn't you tell me there was someone? Everything was seen…"

"What was seen? At most, it was seen that you're very dominant, and I'm helpless against you."

Helpless…

Chloe felt awful all over.

Her image…

How would she face Nate after this?

"I'm not that dominant…"

When had she ever been dominant in front of him?

Damon chuckled softly, his palm gently stroking the bandaged area on her knee.

"If you're not the best, then who is, huh?"

I'll be careful…

I'll protect myself well…

I'm not fragile, I don't need to be so careful…

She couldn't say a word of these now.

She also didn't have the confidence to completely prevent herself from getting hurt.

She was afraid, in Damon's heart, she was more precious than those fragile things.

"I love you."

This sentence suddenly changed direction. All the words became this one.

It covered a wide range, making them feel sweet, but also helpless.

She loved him, and she was willing to do anything for him, so the little injury had a reason.

Damon's helplessness was more.

In this, there was no perfect solution.

Chloe leaned her forehead against his, her warm breath gently blowing on his face.

"I won't get hurt anymore; I'll take good care of myself."

Her heart became soft, like she could agree to all his requests.

How could she not agree, when it was just about protecting herself from taking risks.

Damon slightly lifted the corner of his mouth, "Hmm."

She was very close, and Damon couldn't help but kiss her.

Chloe couldn't care less at this point, so leaning on his shoulder, she also kissed him back.

Until they deepened the kiss, until their breathing became hot, frantic, chaotic, and full of passion.

The atmosphere turned sweet and romantic; Damon's hand again uncontrollably slipped into her loose hospital gown.

His hand wandering on her smooth and delicate skin reminded him of the first time he took her out at the Harper family. She was wearing a tight black dress, her figure charming, very attractive.