The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1167

Chapter 1167 

Then he stood up, looked at her tenderly for a moment, then quietly turned away. 

He seemed like he wanted to head to the balcony, but his rigid body wavered slightly, yet didn’t move. He turned again, as if he wanted to go to the bathroom, but still didn’t leave. Finally, he turned towards the door, paused for two seconds, then walked out. 

Chloe watched his movements, feeling a bit puzzled. 

The bedroom door swung open and closed, instantly restoring the tranquility of the room. The deep grey bed sheets and duvet sent a shiver down her spine. She stared at the closed door in silence, Chloe didn’t make any movements, only blinked. 

Based on what she knew about him, the anger he’d accumulated in West Valley should’ve found an outlet. 

She failed to keep her promise and got herself hurt. 

From her experiences in Hong Kong, he should’ve given her a cold look to express his displeasure at her injury, teaching her a lesson in a gentle way, warning her that if she got hurt again, the consequences would be severe. But he didn’t, there was no so–called gentle attitude, nor did he give her any gloomy looks. 

He just stayed quiet. 

She once again stopped him from hurting Wendy because of her. 

When he saw her being whipped by Wendy with his own eyes, he couldn’t seek revenge for her. She sensed that the anger he had forcibly suppressed was now coiled tightly in his heart, unable to be released. 

Shouldn’t he be with her? Or lost his temper at her. She was willing to see that anger, which was entirely accumulated because of her. 

But, today seemed a bit unusual. She lay quietly on the bed, thinking about Damon’s strange behavior today. She even wondered if there was a new competitor by her side today, making him anxious and jealous? 

Or was it because she won the equestrian competition today, or because he just found out that she had shot someone, so he was somewhat dissatisfied? 

Or maybe it was because of the people today, most of which were after her, wanting her life, and it scared him? 

She blinked again, pondering carefully. There seemed to be too many things happening today. 

She carefully got out of bed, opened the room door and walked out of the bedroom; he was nowhere to be seen in the living room, 

She then walked out of the room on her own. The second floor was usually quiet during the day, and there was no sound as she stepped on the high–end Persian carpets. She stood at the top of the stairs looking towards the living room, but didn’t see Damon. 

After thinking for a moment, she turned around and headed for the study at the end of the hallway. 

The study’s door was partially open. Chloe’s sense of smell was extremely sharp; even the faintest hint of airflow seeping through the gap carried a subtle scent of smoke that she could detect. 

The smell of smoke? 

A familiar figure stood straight by the window, his back to her, one hand in his pocket, the other raised, she couldn’t see what was in his hand, and she softly pulled the door open. 

The window was wide open, the study was chilly. 

She walked in, making no sound, but this usually sensitive man seemed to not notice. It wasn’t until she stood by his side, at his flank, that she softly called his name, “Damon.” only then did his hand suddenly tremble, and he instinctively turned his head to look at her. 

Seeing Damon’s expression, Chloe’s eyes contracted in an instant. 

What a face! 

His dark eyes were filled with redness. The light outside shone directly onto his face through the open window, illuminating his eyes, was it the color of blood, or was it the clear tears? 

Obvious anger flickered in his eyes, his knuckles were prominent, the cigarette in his hand had been crushed. 

“Damon.” 

She had never seen Damon like this, he looked scary, but she felt a pang in her heart, it felt like it was going against the flow, rushing up to her throat, filling her eyes. 

Seeing her, Damon extinguished the cigarette in his hand, closed the window, and the cold air was instantly shut out. 

“Why aren’t you resting?” he asked in a low voice. 

His voice sounded smoky, deep and hoarse. He tightened her clothes, carefully avoiding her wounds. 

“It is cold in here,” he held her hand, then took her away from the spot where the window had been wide open. 

He probably wanted to take her to the bedroom, but she stopped in the middle of the study, tugged his arm firmly, telling him she didn’t want to leave. 

“Hmm?” he turned to look at her. 

Chloe bit her lip, her eyes welling up with tears. She pulled her hand free, walked up to him, pressed against his broad chest. His clothes were still cold. 

“I’m sorry” she said softly, her tears staining a dark spot on his dark suit. 

She raised her hands to wrap around his waist, pressing herself tightly against his body, as if trying to merge with him. 

Damon was pushed back a few steps by her force, finally stopping by the desk. His adam’s apple bobbed as he wrapped his arms around her, his hoarse voice drifting from above. “I should be the one apologizing.”