The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1340

Chapter 1340 

After Damon finished speaking, he headed straight for the dining room. Chloe watched him go and gave a small smile. 

“Chloe, could you please consider that others also have the ability to think before you speak?” 

“What’s up?” 

Cicely turned to look at her, propping up one cheek with her hand, her voice indifferent ‘Are you broke?” 

“I have money. But with so many people in the company, isn’t it normal to have financial difficulties?” 

Cicely got it and gave a small smile, “Indeed, it’s quite normal.” 

What Chloe wanted to express was just a so called excuse. As for the real situation, as long as the excuse was sufficient, there shouldn’t be a problem, right? Cicely maintained a smile, looking at Chloe. She was starting to feel envious and jealous. She had a clear understanding of the situation, able to distinguish the nature of each matter. 

After staring for a few seconds, Cicely suddenly said, “I’m starting to feel envious and jealous of you.” 

Chloe was confused, “What?” 

Cicely gave a small smile, “You’re smart, capable, rich, have a car, a house and a company… 

She paused for a moment, “Isn’t this the image of a successful person that all women aspire to?” 

Cicely’s gaze fell upon Chloe, and she suddenly leaned in. Chloe was caught off guard, and her cheek was kissed. 

Rose, who had just entered the dining room following the two men, was shocked into silence. Had Cicely gone mad?! 

But Cicely didn’t find it strange at all, smiling at Chloe, “Would you consider me? I’ll be at your disposal.” 

Sensing something, Chloe covered her cheek and looked back in surprise, her eyes widened open in shock. The sound of a wooden chair scraping against the floor 

echoed. 

Chloe watched as Cicely was suddenly grabbed by the collar and hoisted up. Then she was thrown out without mercy. 

Her thin figure wavered unstably, showing no signs of regaining balance, until a hand was placed on her waist. She was wrapped in someone’s arms, and her panicked heart also dropping in that instant. 

However, after regaining her balance, she immediately broke away from the man’s embrace. His arm was tightly wrapped around her waist, the intense contact still incredibly strong. This feeling was familiar. 

In fact, from the moment she touched the arm behind her, that intense familiarity was instantly confirmed in her heart. She gave a mocking laugh, how much had her past self cared about this feeling, to the point where even now, she was still frighteningly familiar with his touch? 

She quietly distanced herself from the man again, her face pale, but still trying to appear calm. 

Anyone would be terrified by what had just happened. It felt exactly like slipping on the edge of a cliff. 

Seth looked at his empty arms, where the warmth and fragrance of the woman seemed to linger. And that familiar, soft body. 

Damon pulled Chloe into his arms from the chair, his grip so strong that he almost took the chair with her. Chloe had one hand around his neck, held tightly in his arms, her beautiful face showing a hint of panic. After a moment of distraction, she lay quietly in Damon’s arms, anxiously turning her head to check Cicely. 

Her face was covered by a warm hand, seemingly trying to block her view. Chloe looked up at Damon. 

Damon’s charming face was now gloomy like a stormy sky, dark and cold. His deep gazes were like thick ice, the warm smile from before replaced by a ruthless 

edge. 

Chloe was also shocked, suddenly feeling that the little disagreements they had before were insignificant. She turned her head in confusion to look at Cicely, wanting to know what she was thinking at that moment. But Damon forcefully pressed her against his chest, not allowing her to glance at anyone. 

However, she still saw Cicely, her face pale, looking at her with a half–smile. She blinked, extended her other hand around Damon’s neck, tiptoed, and leaned against Damon’s neck. “Don’t blame me, I didn’t know she would suddenly…” 

Her voice was gentle and aggrieved, which made Damon’s face even more grim. His gaze was like a cold sting, directed at Cicely, causing her to feel nervous and involuntarily step back. “Mr. Harper, aren’t you being too domineering? Are you overly concerned about the intimacy between women?” 

Damon squinted his eyes, “Since you don’t care so much, I don’t mind finding a lesbian for you to spend the rest of your life with, how about that?” 

But her remaining life might not be very long. 

Cicely chuckled, “I want a woman like Chloe. Do you have one?”