The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1386

Robin's eyebrows twitched at Chloe's words, his nostrils flaring slightly.
Innocent? Was this how she saw herself?!
"That's a puzzling question, and I'm determined to find the answer." She said calmly, her face cold. She wanted to find out what it was about her that made Robin so wary of her. This was something she had always wanted to know, but she had never been able to find an answer.
Was it simply because she was more decisive than Wendy in certain decisions? She didn't believe that. Being with Damon, she didn't need to make any decisions at all.
Chloe didn't continue the conversation with Robin. Presley was still in critical condition, and now was not the time to discuss this.
Nathan also received the news and hurried over, carrying Anya in his arms, while Yulia followed him almost at a run, her expression serious as she walked towards them.
"Damon!" Nathan's face was no longer relaxed as usual, and even his voice had become heavy.
"Damon, Chloe!" Anya stretched out her little arms towards Chloe, who reached out to take her.
Anya's tender face was full of worry, her big eyes staring at Chloe sparklingly, "I heard that Grandpa Presley is very sick. Is he very sad now, will he be okay?"
Chloe smiled faintly, although it wasn't a nice smile, "He'll be fine."
Anya pouted, "I also hope he gets better soon, because he's Nathan's grandpa, and if Nathan's grandpa is sad, Nathan will be sad. I don't want to see Nathan sad."
Nathan looked at Anya, "You're such a good girl!"
Even though his voice was light, the expression on his face only relaxed for a moment. Looking around, Nathan frowned, "Where are mom and dad? There's a limit to throwing a tantrum. Where are they at a time like this?"
Chloe's heart skipped a beat, and she looked up at Damon.
Damon's face was grim, facing Nathan expressionlessly, looking as if he had no flaws. "I haven't told them yet. Gonna tell them after the surgery."
Nathan moved his mouth but said nothing. Though he wanted to say something, with his brother having spoken like that, insisting would make it seem as if something really was going to happen to Presley.
He naturally didn't want that to be the case. So, he instinctively trusted Damon. If his brother said grandpa was okay, then grandpa must be okay.
The wait outside the emergency room was the longest. The nearly three-hour surgery had almost completely drained everyone's patience.
Chloe refused to leave the hospital, Damon had Nate arrange a room, and firmly carried Chloe into it.
"Rest here. If there's any news about Presley, I'll let you know right away." Damon said.
"But..." Chloe hesitated.
"Don't put on a brave face. Think about the two little ones in your belly, don't overwork yourself, okay?" Damon said.
Chloe's expression changed at that, and she was no longer as adamant as before.
Damon always felt that the existence of the two little ones could sometimes be really troublesome, but at other times, they could be very effective. For instance, in making this woman listen quietly, they were a great tool to use.
Gently laid down on the bed by Damon, Chloe stopped struggling, lying quietly on the bed, watching this handsome man carefully tuck her in. Her heart was full of emotion and sorrow, and she couldn't help but tear up.
She reached out and gently touched his handsome face, her bright eyes sparkling like stars, staring intently at him. "Damon." She was very confused now, and didn't even know what to say.
She couldn't even come up with a comforting word. To tell him not to be sad?
How could that be? His grandfather was in the emergency room, and his parents were missing! The most painful thing in the world was just that.
How could she make him not sad, not upset? She just wished she could bear all the pain for him at this moment.
The more he appeared calm, the more her heart ached. What should she do?
Damon smiled faintly, gently playing with her soft hair, and gave her a gentle kiss on her smooth forehead.
"Rest well. You don’t have to think too much." Damon said.
Chloe bit her lip silently and nodded slightly.
Damon smiled again, tucked her in once more, and then got up and left. Chloe watched his figure disappear from the room, tears shimmering in her eyes. She gently turned to look out the window, but she wasn't sleepy at all.
Even if she was calm, she couldn't sleep peacefully in this situation, even she knew that the two little ones in her belly were her most precious things.
She gently put her hand on her belly, stroking her flat stomach, "Sweeties, you must pray for your grandpa and grandma to be safe, okay? And your great-grandpa..."
She really didn't care how harsh Presley was to her; all she wanted now was for her man to be okay.
Her eyes were half-closed, and she didn't know how long it had been. She fell asleep unknowingly.
When she woke up again, it was already bright outside. She looked at the somewhat bleak scenery outside the window, and after a long pause, she blinked and then suddenly sat up.
Just as she was about to get out of bed, the door to the room was opened from the outside, Chloe turned her head and saw Damon walking in. She immediately ran over, asking him anxiously, "How's Grandpa Presley?"
Damon didn't speak, just staring at her silently, his eyebrows furrowed. Before she could reach him, he took a step forward and wrapped her up in his arms.
The faint smell of tobacco immediately entered Chloe's sensitive nose, she frowned, and the image of Damon smoking alone outside flashed in her mind.
There was a deep, eerie silence, heavy with melancholy, but she didn't dare to imagine more of the scene. She gripped his shoulders tightly, "Damon, you..."
"He is fine." Damon laid her on the bed, saying it casually. Then he squatted down in front of her, placed her feet on his still tidy and clean knees, and gently swept the dust off the soles of her feet.