The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1123

Chapter 1123 

“Alright.” Elizabeth replied, her tone indifferent, “Seven it is.” 

Addie nodded, “Okay.” 

She then lifted her head to look at Wendy standing by the side, and without any expression, turned and walked away. 

Before she even got into the kitchen, she heard Wendy’s low voice. 

“Well, Elizabeth… Chloe… I’ll let you be… 

Elizabeth glanced at her, “You’re not going to stay for dinner?” 

Wendy smiled, “There’s some business at the company that needs my attention. I won’t bother you any longer.” “Oh.” 

Elizabeth didn’t say much more, just replied, “Be careful on the road then.” 

“Okay.” 

After leaving the villa, Wendy glanced at her watch, bit her lip, and hurried towards her car. Her car slowly pulled out of the Harper family driveway and gradually picked up speed, zooming down the road. 

Wendy gritted her teeth, her face taut. As she saw a black car slowly approaching from a distance, she gripped the steering wheel and slammed the accelerator to the floor. The window was wide open, the cold air rushing into the car, whipping her long hair around. She bit her lower lip, her face twisted in pain. 

As Damon drove around two bends, he saw a sports car coming towards him. He furrowed his brow, slightly turning the steering wheel, moving towards the inner side of the road. He tried to avoid the out–of–control car, holding the steering wheel with one hand, his brow furrowed, silently watching as the oncoming car got closer and closer. 

Despite the distance, Wendy clearly saw the handsome, composed man in the car. 

Years of effort, years of infatuation, years of persistence, filled her heart with endless grievances. She gritted her teeth until her car got closer and closer to his black Bentley, then abruptly turned the steering wheel. The car skidded along the mountain wall for a while, before coming to a stop not far from Damon’s car. At the moment of collision with the mountain, Wendy’s head slammed against the car window. The airbag had already deployed, blocking her view completely. 

Damon calmly observed the stopped car. He stared at the car full of airbags for a while, then unbuckled his seatbelt, opened the car door, and got out. He was tall and straight, his expensive suit exuding an enchanting elegance and nobility. 

As the airbag slowly deflated, Wendy propped up her head, leaning back in her seat, squinting at the man standing not far away. His clothes were well–tailored, fitting him perfectly. His physique was unparalleled. 

Wendy watched him quietly, blood trickling down from her hand. She bit her lip, her face pale, tears rolling down her cheeks. 

Just looking at him like this made her heart ache. Why was she always so close to him, but never able to win his heart? 

It seemed so natural for them to be together. Everyone thought so. So why did he still focus on other women? He was right in front of her, yet she didn’t even have the right or courage to touch him? 

She truly loved him, her desire to be with him was so strong it was driving her crazy. Even now, he wouldn’t show her even a hint of tenderness? 

“Get out.” 

His cold voice rang out. Wendy stared at the stern man in front of her. She bit her lip, but still straightened up and unbuckled her seatbelt, pushing open the car door. 

But the car door was blocked by the mountain, so she couldn’t open it. She turned to look at the passenger door, intending to move over, but felt dizzy and weak. 

Slumped in her seat, Wendy’s tears flowed even more freely. She wasn’t pretending, the wound was real, the dizziness was real, and the weakness was real. 

Because she knew Damon too well. No pretense would escape his discerning eyes. So she really crashed into the mountain, just to get a chance to get closer to him. 

This was Damon, cold and ruthless, a man all women couldn’t touch. But the more he was like this, the more she wanted to get close to him. 

A gust of cold wind blew from above, then she was pulled out of the car by a force. She was dragged out, flung against the car, just managing to steady herself, a dull pain emanating from her waist. 

Damon stood across from her, a few steps away, staring at her coldly. 

“What do you want?” 

Wendy’s eyes trembled, and she lifted her head to look at Damon, blood still flowing from her forehead. 

“I don’t have an agenda, just want to talk. Her voice trembled, her expression full of grievance, tears sliding down her cheeks, making her look stubborn yet pitiable. 

Damon coldly stared at her, his lips parting slightly. “Speak.” 

He didn’t waste a word. 

“What do I have to do for you to be with me?” 

“You don’t have to do anything. The two things are unrelated.” 

Unrelated… 

So no matter what she did, it was only her concern, and whether he would be with her or not, had nothing to do with it. 

Really… it was a cruel clarity. 

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“Damon… if there was no Chloe, would we have a chance to be together?” She spoke with a sad tone, her hands were balled into fists, and tears were streaming from her eyes as she earnestly eyed Damon.