The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1168

Chapter 1168 

She looked up at the man, his handsome face still carrying that somewhat suppressed but heart–wrenching expression. 

“Quit worrying over me, okay? Our beef with the Alonso family ain’t your fault. As long as Wendy and I aren’t a thing, there’s always gonna be bad blood. I’ve never given a hoot about what the Alonso family could do to me, I don’t need to.” 

Chloe got it. He was talking about the time she had discouraged him from taking action against Wendy. 

“But if the Alonso family starts to retaliate, what if they get mad?” 

Better to keep the status quo and stay on neutral terms with the Alonso family than to suddenly make enemies. 

“Don’t overthink it” 

He cut her off, “If the Alonso family doesn’t cut me some slack, I am not gonna let them off the hook either.” Chloe was silent for a moment, then nodded, “Alright. I’ll take your word for it.” 

He was right. She was so cautious because she didn’t want him to have a hard time. On second thought, although the Alonso family was a big deal, it wasn’t something she should have to worry about. 

Even if it meant wasting some time and energy, even if there were detours, Damon had no reason to be crushed by the Alonso family. Not to mention she wasn’t about to let Wendy, this nagging woman, off the hook that easily. 

She looked up at Damon, and Chloe even felt some resentment towards herself. Despite repeatedly conveying her dependence on him, every time, her lifelong habit of self–reliance pushed him aside. 

She even constantly reminded him to stay rational for her sake. But she didn’t realize that this so–called rationality was his most painful moment. 

Tm sorry, Damon.” She cupped his face, her eyes full of remorse and sympathy for this man. “Never again. If I’m hurt, you gotta stand up for me, okay?” “Mm.” 

Chloe smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. She was taken aback by his demeanor today. She never imagined his forbearance could be so heartbreaking. 

His face was still gloomy, lips tightly pressed. She couldn’t help but want to lighten his mood, to improve the expression on his face. “Do you want to blame me? Or you could vent your anger on me.” 

Damon gave a helpless bitter smile, leaning his forehead against hers, “How could I?“” 

Chloe’s felt a mix of warmth and bitterness. She suddenly felt that she was unworthy of his indulgence and affection.. 

She lifted her head, cupped his face, and took the initiative to kiss his lips. She didn’t know what to do, maybe kissing him would cheer him up a bit, and put her at ease. Her lips were as soft as petals, carrying a sweet scent. They felt delicate and soft against his. Her tongue slipped past his lips, through his teeth, touching his tongue, everything so careful and cautious. 

The tension in Damon’s eyes gradually faded, feeling Chloe’s initiative and dependence. He knew what her actions meant. Comfort, appeasement. 

But she was the last person who should be comforting him, appeasing him. Her injury was his fault. He shouldn’t have been kind to Wendy. 

Damon pushed her away. “Quit messing around.” 

His eyes had softened, his voice low and hoarse. 

Chloe still pressed against him, kissing his throat, one hand slipped under his shirt, touching his firm skin. 

Damon’s body slightly trembled, his breathing noticeably heavier. “Stop it, Chloe.” 

He caught her hand, his gaze sweeping her shoulder. 

“I’m fine. The injury doesn’t hurt. It’s not like I’ve been stabbed.” 

“You dare to say that?!” 

Damon’s voice suddenly grew strong, his face turned serious. But Chloe laughed, her arms encircling his waist. 

“You’re so mean.” 

Damon looked at her, “Then why are you still laughing?” 

“Should I cry for you to see?” 

Damon looked at her deeply, then suddenly kissed her. His kiss was full of force, as if he was punishing her. 

Chloe struggled to catch her breath for a moment, and almost instantly, her breathing became erratic. Nevertheless, she still made an effort to respond to his kiss. Her hand once again reached into Damon’s shirt, her warm hand exploring his waist and back. 

Damon’s breathing grew heavier. He held Chloe’s buttocks, turned around, and put her on the desk, kissing her deeply again. 

Chloe was panting from his kisses, her eyes also filled with excited tears. “Damon.” 

One of her hands gripped Damon’s arm, the other hand wandering under his shirt. She knew she had done something wrong, and could only apologize according to his previous punishment method.