The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 

Damon’s words left Chloe speechless. 

After a while, she let out a cold, sarcastic laugh. 

Chapter 339 

She knew it… No man could ignore these things. 

But Damon lifted his hand to wipe away her tears, “I gave you the chance to go deal with him and all that past shit yourself, but after that, hand him over to me!” 

Chloe opened her eyes to look at him. 

Damon leaned down to kiss away the tears at the corners of her eyes and whispered, “Because I’m your man, you don’t have to feel inferior anymore! All the glory, I can give it to you.” 

Chloe was deeply moved. 

“Damon… what should I do without you?” 

Damon’s voice was full of seriousness and danger, “Are you still thinking about leaving me?!” 

Chloe shook her head, “What if I can’t…” 

Just then, there was a noise at the door of the room, and Chloe’s body stiffened instantaneously. 

They exchanged glances, and Chloe quickly ran to the door and turned off the light. 

There was the sound of a card swiping outside the door, followed by the door opening and closing. 

He groped in the dark towards the bed, Chloe grabbed his wrist from behind, he gasped in fright. Immediately after, she twisted his wrist hard, and the man’s scream echoed. Chloe pushed his head down onto the bed with one hand, her knee pressing hard against his waist, silencing his screams and struggles. 

“Mmm… mm…” 

The man’s screams turned into whimpers, he writhed trying to break free, but Chloe’s knee was pressing hard against his waist, he couldn’t move at all. 

His hand was held tight by her, unable to break free, and his other hand was also caught by her. Chloe twisted his wrist even harder. 

The man writhed in pain, whimpering a few times, but after struggling in vain, he had no energy left, lying on the bed gasping for breath. 

For survival, for no longer being bullied, for being able to protect herself properly, all the sacrifices, all the pain and suffering, she bore without complaint. 

She was no longer the weak, powerless twenty–year–old Chloe. 

The man struggled a few times, already out of energy, Chloe gradually let go of his head, the man quickly said, “Who are you?!” 

Chloe picked up strips of torn bed sheets on the side, wrapped them around the man’s neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, and tied him up. 

“Ah… hurts! Who are you? Who are you really? Why are you doing this to me!”