The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 293

“Hmm?” The old lady, almost fixated on Chloe’s belly, responded to Hannah’s call, but didn’t take her eyes off. 

Chapter 293 

Hannah sighed helplessly and spoke for Alyssa, “Let’s head inside, boss, Ms. Summers.” 

“Alright.” 

Chloe said, already moving forward to push Alyssa’s wheelchair inside the house. 

After everyone chatted for a bit, the kitchen staff were preparing lunch. Chloe volunteered to help, and Alyssa didn’t stop her. 

Then, seizing the moment, she pulled Damon aside and asked softly. “So, kiddo, am I gonna have a great–grandkid by the end of the year?” 

The end of the year? 

Didn’t that mean she should be pregnant by now? 

Damon, elegantly sipping his tea, replied indifferently, “No.” 

His indifferent attitude made the old lady gasp. 

“Are you guys using contraception?” 

Damon remained unfazed, “No.” 

The old lady squeezed her teacup, “Is Chloe’s health not good?” 

“No.” 

“Then is it because you…” 

Damon shot her a cold look. 

The old lady pursed her lips; 

seeing her grandson’s gentle and restrained demeanor, he didn’t seem like a libertine. 

So, the old lady carefully asked: 

“Don’t tell me you two haven’t…” 

“This kind of thing cant be rushed. We’re not even married…” 

“Then propose already?!” 

Damon paused while drinking water, slowly looking up, his voice deep and a bit confused, “Propose?” 

Alyssa rolled her eyes, thinking: Stubborn mule! 

“You’ve been wooing her, and don’t tell me you haven’t even given her a present?” 

Damon frowned, “I don’t think I have.” 

If not for fear of hurting her hand, Alyssa would have thrown her cup at Damon, 

This clueless guy. 

“Have you ever asked her out?” 

Damon paused for a moment, shook his head, “No.” 

“You…” 

The old lady was about to pass out from anger, pointing at Damon, she exclaimed: “If I were Chloe, I’d have dumped you ages ago! Let alone talk about marriage.” Damon’s face grew colder, but the things the old lady mentioned seemed to be the most normal things between lovers. 

He hadn’t even done the most basic things. 

“What woman doesn’t like romance? You’re such a headache!” The old lady tried to control her temper, slamming the teacup onto the table. 

Damon stared at the spilled tea, leaning back on the sofa, his expression gradually growing serious. 

Alyssa sighed helplessly. She originally wanted to help, but now she didn’t even know where to start.