The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1683

Chapter 1683

Chloe didn't know what to say. She held the dress up uncertainly to him for confirmation. "Are you sure you want me to wear this to the Duke's granddaughter’s birthday banquet?"

Damon nodded without changing his expression, his tone very affirmative. "Mm. It suits you."

Chloe turned to leave, but Damon caught her wrist. “Where do you think you're going?"

"I prefer the one grandma gave me. Let go of me." Her words only made Damon tighten his grip, finally pulling her into his arms. “You can't wear that. It's too thin for the cold weather right now."

"But the banquet is indoors. and this dress..." Chloe sighed helplessly, "Il can tell Grandma places great importance on Duke Dubonnet, and there will be many important people there. Isn't this dress a bit too casual for the royal family's image?"

The significance of clothing and jewelry now was not merely for warmth and cleanliness. It represented status, a symbol of the royal family's dignity. The dress in front of her, although expensive and of top quality, was too simple for tomorrow night's banquet, wasn't it?

"You're just lacking confidence in yourself." Damon spoke lightly, twirling her hair, his eyes downcast, looking straight at her face. “You look good in anything."

Chloe glanced doubtfully at her figure. There were plenty of women with better figures than hers. Looking good in anything was something that would typically come out of a smooth-talking man's mouth. It was hardly credible. Especially since her belly was slightly protruding now, looking good in anything was simply not possible.

Chloe's puzzlement was all seen by Damon, and his attitude became more assertive. "Don't like this one? You can pick another one from over here."

He pulled her over to the wardrobe he had just chosen from. Chloe glanced at it briefly then looked back at Damon.

“Are you serious?"

Damon raised an eyebrow, "Do you think I bought them just for show?"

Chloe sighed. She looked back at the clothes, wondering if Damon had bought them as maternity wear for her.

These oversized, loose-fitting clothes were so different from his usual taste.

In the end, she failed to alter Damon's uncompromising attitude. She still chose the dress he initially picked out for her.

Chloe called Queen Julia to inform her about the dress situation, and promptly told her about the role that Damon played in it.

Queen Julia just smiled warmly, "That's alright, I'm sure the dress Mr. Harper prepared for you is just as beautiful as the one I picked."

Chloe hesitated, then chuckled awkwardly, *....Ah... Uh... it's nice."

What else could she say?

"I'll send a car to pick you up from the hotel tomorrow afternoon. He won't fight me on this, will he?"

Chloe shook her head, “He won't."

"Good."

When Queen Julia's emotions had somewhat stabilized, Ava raised her hand, lightly knocking on the door before entering.

Queen Julia's eyes were still red, and Ava was surprised to see her like this. "Mother, what happened?"

Queen Julia looked at her, her eyes cold. “Do you need something?"

"No, I just wanted to keep you company."

Julia frowned, "If nothing's wrong, I'd rather you tend to your husband, Ava. That's where you truly belong."

It was because of Ava’s companionship that Queen Julia had chosen Ava for her nephew. But within a few years, her nephew had brazenly betrayed her.

Queen Julia felt somewhat guilty about this, and several times Ava had cried in front of her just to deepen her guilt. Even when her nephew had expressed his desire to bring his mistress home, Julia had firmly rejected him.

But now thinking about it, he had lived with Ava for years, and no one knew her better than him. Why would he rather live with other women all year round, even ignoring the feelings of his two daughters, than stay home?

Her nephew, she knew him well enough to know that he would never have done something so out of line unless he was pushed to the limit.

Now that she thought about it, perhaps Ava wasn't as benign and kind as she appeared on the surface.

At these words, Ava's expression froze instantly. Her husband was where she truly belonged? Did this mean to completely separate her from the royal family?