The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1641

Chapter 1641

Chloe covered her mouth, chuckling lightly. "Don't just fuss over me, you know. The little one in your belly is my future son-in-law. Make sure you eat well and take care of yourself. If he's not at least eight pounds when he's born, I'll just have to take the pounds from you.”

“Eight pounds?!” Rose widened her eyes. “That'll be the death of me!"

Chloe arched an eyebrow. "Then I'll just take them from you.’

Rose pouted. "Whatever you can take, it's yours. It'll save me the trouble of trying to lose weight later."

She paused for a moment, then asked, "By the way, how's Ms. Yasmine's rehab going? Is she doing better than she was in the last couple of days?"

Chloe nodded. "I saw her from afar yesterday. She seems to be doing much better. I'll visit her again tomorrow. She's really pushing herself...”

Her voice trailed off, and a hint of sadness was evident. Yasmine had refused to let Chloe accompany her during her physical therapy sessions after the accident. So, every single time, Chloe would just watch her from a distance.

Rehab was a painful process that no one else could truly understand. For most people, walking was as natural as breathing, but for Yasmine, just standing up would drain her of all her energy. Every time Chloe saw Yasmine standing after struggling for over ten minutes, with her clothes soaked with sweat, Chloe couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. Yasmine's efforts were no longer merely about perseverance.

“Lneed to be fit to meet your grandmother. I want to stand by you at your coronation, and most importantly, I need to take care of my two grandsons.

If I'm not healthy, they will miss out on so much. I won't let them have any regrets in life."

Yasmine had confided in her and said these words during one of their hospital visits. Yasmine wasn't one to express her feelings verbally, but that didn’t mean she didn't feel them.

When actions failed to convey her love, words, however clumsy, became the most direct and effective means.

"So, Chloe, you need to take care of yourself. That way, all my efforts will be worth it."

When Yasmine had said those words, her straightforward language had seemed somewhat inadequate. Chloe could see how uncomfortable Yasmine felt expressing her feelings so openly. But more than that, Chloe could feel the strong maternal love radiating off her.

Rose, noticing Chloe's silence, spoke up. "Ms. Yasmine is stronger than any woman I know. I've known since I was a child that as long as she sets her mind to something, she'll achieve it! So don't worry too much, everything will be okay."

Chloe managed a small smile. “I know. But don't overwork yourself. Don't forget you're pregnant now...”

Rose paused, and her eyes were twinkling. "I'm fully aware, and I'm not always busy. It's just your situation that's caused a surge in the company's orders. I'm happy to be busy! That's money coming in, enough for my son's baby formula till he's eighteen!"

Chloe shook her head, chuckling.

“Well, as long as my daughter-in-law is healthy, that's all that matters. I won't keep you, I have a meeting soon. Bye!"

"Bye,’ Chloe replied.

The next day, after enjoying the meals prepared by the servants, Elizabeth cleared the kitchen. Soon, the sounds of clattering pots and pans filled the room.

The servants, led by Marina, stood outside the kitchen door, listening to the noises, and wondering what was happening inside. But nobody dared to intervene.

Chloe watched the servants, their faces expressing a loss for words. After a moment's thought, she decided to enter the kitchen.

Elizabeth was standing at the counter, fervently swinging a cleaver at a plucked chicken. The sight was intimidating, to say the least.

Upon hearing the door open, Elizabeth swiftly turned around, cleaver raised, and stared at Chloe before walking over to her, chicken in one hand and cleaver in the other. “What are you doing here? Get out! This is no place for you!"

Chloe took a step back, eyeing the raised cleaver warily. "I thought...1 could help...”

Elizabeth waved the knife in her hand, suddenly conscious of the sharpness of the instrument she was holding. Hastily, she put away the knife and the chicken she was preparing. "There's nothing you need to help with. I got it all under control!"

“But...”

In response, Elizabeth gently pushed Chloe out of the kitchen, even managing to produce an apple out of nowhere and thrusting it into her arms.

"Here, munch on this!"