The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1757

Chapter 1757

Kane wiped the grin off his face, and for once, got serious.

“Why can't Presley just enjoy his retirement? Why does he have to poke his nose into everything? It's 2023, not the good old days when he was the king of the hill. How much longer does he think he can keep this up?"

There was a hint of disrespect in his words, a subtle suggestion that Presley wouldn't be around much longer.

But that was a cold, hard fact.

Even if Presley could live to be a hundred, they were still younger than him. The world was their young people's oyster.

Damon remained expressionless, and Chloe didn't bat an eyelid. It was as if they didn't understand the implications of Presley's words.

Robin led Presley forward, the reporters circling them, eager for more news. As they neared the security checkpoint, Presley stopped and glared at them.

The reporters stood to one side, glancing from Damon's group to Presley, waiting to see what sparks might fly between the two generations.

Out of courtesy, Kane greeted Presley. "Greetings, sir."

But Presley just grunted in response, not bothering to hide his displeasure.

Kane raised an eyebrow, looking unfazed. He glanced at the reporters, cleared his throat, and sighed. “At this moment, I feel inspired to recite a poem."

His sudden shift to a more poetic tone caught everyone's attention. Chloe grimaced. What was this clown up to now?

Then Kane went on to recite a weird poem that had everyone present fall silent.

Presley's beard quivered with rage. He had lived a long life, and he was not about to be insulted by a poem. This brat was suggesting that he was old-fashioned, that he belonged to the past and he couldn't keep up with them?

Despite Kane's usual lack of seriousness, he had actually learned to use poetry to insult Presley.

Presley glared at him. "Fine, I'll watch and see what kind of storm you can stir up.” His booming voice echoed through the area. Kane smirked as Presley stormed off.

“Hey, sir, the VIP security check is this way. There's no way forward there"

Presley stopped in his tracks. He had been too angry to notice.

Kane chuckled, took a few strides, and started going through security.

Even private planes needed flight paths, and with the Global Economic Summit happening, security was tighter than usual. They all had to go through security checks.

Kane was the last one to go through. Presley was too angry to do anything about it now.

Once they had gone through security, they boarded the plane and waited for takeoff. Nathan was laughing so hard he had to hold his stomach. His laughter filled the plane.

“Damn, Kane, you're something else. Who decides to recite a poem out of the blue? Don't disrespect literature like that. It's hilarious coming from you."

Kane gritted his teeth. "At least I can recite it. And I used it very appropriately today, didn't I? What right do you have to laugh at me?"

"Damn, you're so smart, knowing how to recite a poem. Should I tell our elementary school teacher? He'd probably cry tears of joy"

"No need. Once the news gets out, he'll see it."

“Damn, I can't take it anymore."

Chloe had been feeling a bit down, but seeing Kane and Nathan fooling around cheered her up. She watched them, covering her mouth to keep from laughing out loud.

Damon seemed used to their antics. He turned to look at Chloe, completely focused on her. She looked so soft and cute in her pink outfit. He had been finding her more and more endearing lately. To others, she seemed cold and aloof, a strong and fierce woman. But with him, she was soft and sweet.

She was understanding, smart, and not to mention soft and fragrant when he held her. The contrast was too great.

In his eyes, Chloe was the most adorable woman in the world. He didn't even realize he was falling for her, that he was smitten.

He also didn't even notice that he was treating her like a baby.

Babies were so cute, he wanted to give them everything they could ever want. That was how Damon felt about Chloe now.

Nathan and Kane were having a laugh in the middle of the plane, but when Nathan saw his brother's lovesick expression, he couldn't help but grimace.

This was too much. It was clear that his brother Damon was completely bewitched by Chloe.

No wonder their grandfather always said he was easily swayed by women. Now it was obvious, wasnt it?

What a change. He used to be so restrained and out of touch with the real world. Now everything was different.

People did change.

Damon watched Chloe for a moment, then reached out and grabbed the strap hanging from her chest, giving it a squeeze.

“Fek—"

Chloe's face froze. She turned to see Damon staring at her bunny ear headband, a look of fascination on his face. His expression didn't change much, but his interest was clear.

"You..." Chloe felt a mix of anger and embarrassment, her face turning red.

Damon was toying with it again, watching the little bunny bob up and down, a grin spreading wider across his face. His mirth was only heightened by Chloe's blushing cheeks, a sight that brought a unique charm to the scene.

The other passengers on the plane turned at the sound, only to see Damon leaning sideways, much like a mischievous schoolboy playing with a girl's hair, causing her to blush crimson.

The rest of the plane fell silent. Well, wasn't that a sight for sore eyes.

Chloe, unable to bear their stares any longer, reached up and pulled off her bunny-eared hat. Glancing at the bunny face on the hat, a flicker of exasperation crossed her features before she stuffed it into Damon's arms.

What was he thinking, getting her something like that?

With his plaything gone, Damon let his gaze wander around the plane. The rest of the passengers quietly returned to their seats.

But there was more going on than Damon realized. Chloe, too, was oblivious to some things.

In the past, she would have caught on eventually. But now, with Damon showering her with excessive affection, some things had gradually changed.

She was no longer as aloof as she used to be. She'd learned not to care about certain things, not to bother about certain things.