The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 916

Nathan shoved his hands in his pockets, trailing behind Chloe. Tall and slender, yet bursting with energy, she was a striking figure with an extraordinary charisma and a sharp mind.

He had to admit, Damon sure had a good taste. He had spotted a woman like Chloe, a real gem.

With a light raise of his brows and a few long strides, Nathan caught up with her.

"Are you in a rush to get home?"

Chloe abruptly stopped, turned back to her room, and took out a key card to unlock the door. In a moment, she emerged with a few bags and handed them over to Nathan.

"What's this?"

"Clothes," Chloe replied indifferently.

Nathan took a quick glimpse. "Ha," he said, "don't tell me these are clothes you bought for me."

After putting the card back, Chloe coolly replied, "They are from Yulia."

Nathan's face turned icy.

Sensing Nathan's mood shift, Chloe turned to look at him. He was tall and strong, even more so than Damon. Her gaze rose to meet his, his expression grim, with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Something's off with you today. Did you have a fight with Yulia?"

Nathan looked down at her, his usual smile wiped off from his face and his voice becoming colder.

"Did we ever have a good time together?"

Chloe pressed the elevator button and replied nonchalantly, "If you are not happy together, why did you marry her? You guys are a married couple now, after all."

As the elevator door opened, they stepped in, one after the other.

"I can't help but notice that you didn't seem to have any plans to bring Yulia and Anya back. It seems like you guys are just putting on a show. But I remember you didn't object to Yulia and Anya going to Granny Harper's. You wanted Granny Harper to know about her, but now it's like you two are living separate lives. What's going on in your head?"

Nathan's brows knitted slightly, appearing somewhat vexed.

"I'm not thinking about anything."

Chloe smiled faintly. That line...

Seemed true.

If he wasn't thinking about anything, that would feel the most real.

She wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs. She used to only care about herself, and there weren't many people who needed her interference. Now, she realized, there were many people around her that she cared about unconsciously.

She flashed a small smile. But, she knew better than to meddle in others' relationships. A little concern would suffice. Getting too involved would probably mess things up.

The elevator halted midway. An old man sat alone in a wheelchair at the elevator entrance, radiating a natural authority.

Chloe glanced at his face and surroundings, making sure he was alone, and asked, "Are you getting on?"

"You're not a local, are you?" The old man looked at her and responded.

She looked up at the woman, seeing a middle-aged face decently maintained but heavily made up, trying to give off a natural look. There was a familiar feel in her features.

Chloe's gaze was icy, her imposing presence startling the woman enough to make her step back.

She straightened her back and said crossly, "What are you glaring at? You bumped into me and you think you're in the right? Look at what happened to my phone! I don't want to argue, just give me 20,000 dollars and I'll go!"

"You were the one who bumped into us," Chloe retorted coldly.

"That's why I said you're blind! I was facing away from you, I don't have eyes in the back of my head. Don't you have eyes in the front of your head? Can't you dodge when I step back?!"

Chloe bit her lip lightly, "This is a public place, not your home. Your behavior tells me you're not that great, I don't have to step aside every time I see you!"

There were a few people waiting for the elevator nearby. They had nothing to do and had watched the whole scene unfold.

The woman had been making a call in the elevator hall, changing topics from brands to various types of jewelry, loudly mentioning "not expensive, just tens of thousands of dollars," "only 20,000 dollars," "only a few thousand dollars? That's fake!"

She was speaking so loudly, as if worried that others wouldn't know she was rich, which was quite annoying.

They all started sharing their opinions.

"She's treating this place like her own home; her phone call was so loud it could blow the roof off!"

"She was blocking the elevator with her back, bumped into someone, and they didn't even say anything, but she's the one who lost her temper. That's just disgraceful."

"A phone for 20,000 dollars, that's impressive!"