The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1642

Chapter 1642

Chloe just stared blankly at her.

The kitchen door was then promptly closed in her face, leaving her in the company of a few servants who wore expressions of expected bemusement.

Chloe tucked the apple - larger than her own fist - into the refrigerator, with her lips pursed. She simply was too full to eat.

After two hours, Elizabeth emerged from the kitchen, one hand on her hip and the other carrying a wooden lunchbox, a proud smile on her face. "Voila!

A culinary masterpiece,’ she announced.

The servants collectively released a sigh of relief before clapping politely.

"Bravo, Madam!"

“Excellent!”

“Congratulations!”

Chloe couldn't help but chuckle at the spectacle. The scene was reminiscent of a superhero saving the planet. And Chloe found it amusing that this jovial woman was the mother of the seemingly aloof and sophisticated Damon.

Elizabeth, having soaked up enough praise, ascended the stairs to change.

She then promptly whisked Chloe out of the house, lunchbox in tow.

Yasmine had physical therapy at 2 PM sharp. Throughout the journey, Chloe couldn't help but sneak glances at the lunchbox in Elizabeth's lap. With each look, Elizabeth tightened her grip on the lunchbox.

“I can cook for you when we get home! This is for your mother. I know you're pregnant and all, but your mom's physical therapy is tough, too. Just bear with it a bit longer. Or you could eat an apple to tide you over’ she offered.

Chloe sighed, "I had a big lunch.”

"Oh, good!" Elizabeth replied, clutching the lunchbox even tighter. "This is my trump card to win over your mother! I'm going to have her stomach under my control. Let's see how she dares to give me the cold shoulder then!"

Chloe couldn't help but laugh. Knowing her mother, she was not one to compromise - especially over something like this.

They reached the physical therapy center just a few minutes past two.

Elizabeth just laughed, pressing her face against the glass. "She should smile more often, don't you think? She's too beautiful to be frowning all the time."

Chloe watched Elizabeth, feeling a sudden sense of unease.

The rest of the therapy session went as usual. After two hours, Yasmine finally finished. Her face was pale and sweat-soaked, but her mood seemed to be good. She was just about to head to the showers when the door suddenly opened.

“Hello, Yasmine! I'm back again!"

Yasmine paused in her tracks, looking up to see Elizabeth standing at the door, lunchbox in hand and a beaming smile on her face.

Despite Yasmine's indifference, Elizabeth didn't seem to mind. She walked over, pushing Yasmine's wheelchair toward the therapy room's couch.

"Today's been tough for you, hasn't it? Here, taste my cooking. I stewed chicken soup just for you. It's light, not greasy at all," she insisted.

Yasmine laid the towel on her lap, closing her eyes in apparent impatience. "I can feed myself when I'm hungry, you know. You don't need to fuss over me."

Regardless, Elizabeth went ahead and uncovered the food container, pouring out some chicken soup. It was genuinely crystal clear.

"This is to help you regain your strength. After all, you're the mother of my daughter-in-law. What's wrong with taking care of you? I should be thanking you for giving birth to such an amazing woman, haha...’