The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1752

Chapter 1752

One brow raised, she took yet another bite of her bagel.

Alyssa split another one and placed it in front of her, "Have one more, with cream cheese."

Elizabeth peeled a hard-boiled egg and handed it to her, "Don't forget your protein."

The maid who came to report stood there, her expression somewhat peculiar. She had long known that Presley had a bad temper; even the mere mention of him by the household staff made them pale. And all the recent events had had some pretty adverse effects on the Harper family and Damon. Now that Presley had come storming over in person, how can they remain so calm?b2 "Madam, are you not intending to go out and greet him?"

Alyssa frowned, "What's he to me that I should go out and greet him? This isn't his Harper Mansion, and he's certainly not welcome here. He can go back to wherever he came from.” Her icy voice, laced with anger, echoed with a force that was impossible to ignore.

Just as the old man, who had been escorted into the living room by the maid, heard this, his already sour expression darkened further.

The maid flinched, trembling as she said, "But that's Mr. Presley."

“Even if it were the king himself, he wouldn't be more important than my granddaughter-in-law’'s breakfast. If he can wait, let him wait. If he can't, tell him to get lost. I don't have to put up with his unpleasantness."

The maid nearly collapsed in fright at Alyssa's words. In her mind, Alyssa had always been gentle and elegant, always amiable to Elizabeth and Chloe. She could never have imagined that Alyssa would say something so fierce.

Chloe, chewing on her bagel, was also taken aback by Alyssa's outburst. After all these years, how had she and Presley managed to live together in harmony? She had always thought her grandma was a kind and loving person. Well, the women of the Harper family weren'‘t to be trifled with.

"Careful. Have some juice.” Elizabeth's soft voice rang out, reminding Chloe.

Chloe obeyed, sipping her juice obediently.

The more Elizabeth saw of Chloe, the more she liked her. When she had first met Chloe, Chloe had seemed somewhat lost, but it was clear she was usually a quiet, distant sort of person. In fact, outside of the house, Chloe was still the formidable businesswoman. But who could have guessed that such a cold, stern woman could be so soft and sweet at home?

“My daughter-in-law is so polite and beautiful. What good deeds did that brat do in his past life to deserve you?"

Alyssa scoffed, "It was all thanks to me. Without me, they might never have crossed path. And you wouldn't have such an outstanding daughter-in-law, and you wouldn't be about to become a grandma."

Elizabeth chuckled, "Right, right. Thank you for playing matchmaker for Damon and Chloe. When your great-grandsons are born, we'll make sure the first word they learn is ‘great-grandma’"

Presley, looking sullen in the living room, twitched at Elizabeth's words. He glanced towards the kitchen, then slowly and quietly moved closer, leaning on his cane. The nearby maid just glanced at him, puzzled.

Elizabeth's words, however, made Alyssa chuckle. She raised a hand like a schoolgirl and declared, “I want to pick the names for my great-grandchildren."

Chloe hesitated a moment, thinking about the babies’ name. She wondered what Damon's thoughts might be.

“How about we let you pick the nickname?" Elizabeth suggested, clearly reluctant. She was afraid Alyssa might choose something like ‘Bobby’, ‘Johnny’ or ‘Tommy’ - what a nightmare that would be.

“No way! As the elder, it's my right to choose the names. Don't worry, I'll think of a few good ones, and you can choose from those."

Elizabeth pouted, "How about you let me have one, you get one, and I get one."

While the two were chatting, Chloe had finished her second bagel and was sipping her juice. She spoke up quietly, "What about Damon and me?"

Alyssa and Elizabeth turned to her, almost in unison, “That's simple. Have a few more kids, and whichever name you like best, keep it in mind for them."

Chloe was speechless. So they were suggesting having kids just to use the names they liked? Wasn't that a strange idea?

“Anyway, I'm claiming a name for my great-grandchildren in advance."

"I'm claiming one too."

Hearing his great-grandchildren's name being claimed, Presley, who had been hiding by the door, furrowed his brows and coughed loudly to make his presence known. They all turned to look at him, their smiles cooling.

"You..." Presley had barely bequn to speak when they all turned their backs to him, ignoring him completely. His mustache quivered with indignation, "What sort of attitude is this?!"

Alyssa and Elizabeth didn't respond.

Chloe, however, was sitting opposite the dining room door, looking straight at the old man with a hint of coldness and derision in her eyes.

Presley squinted at her, "What are you looking at? Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, aren't you?"

Chloe's lips curved into a cold smile, "You're mistaken. I was just thinking about our babies’ names. It has nothing to do with you.

Presley's face darkened further, "The names of the Harper family's offspring are not for you to decide!"

There was a loud crash as a china bowl shattered at Presley's feet. Chloe was startled by the sudden sound.

Before she could react, she heard Alyssa's icy voice: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Elizabeth held Chloe's hand, comforting her.