The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 604

Chapter 604 

If her mom was really still alive, why hadn’t she made an effort to find her all these years? That question alone was enough to debunk all her previous speculations and 

excuses. 

Whenever Chloe thought about her mom possibly not being in this world anymore, her heart ached like it was suffocating. 

Damon had never seen Chloe in such an emotional state. Not once since the moment he met her. She looked helpless, like a lost child. 

Damon’s lips tightened, his eyes full of pity. 

“Baby,” he said, his voice heavy with sympathy. His hand gently cradled her face, kissing away the tears at the corners of her eyes. 

Chloe bit her lip, nodding lightly. She knew that tears wouldn’t solve anything. She took a deep breath, and that daily stubbornness started to show in her eyes again. Damon could tell she was trying to hold back, he bent over to pick her up and placed her on the couch. The blanket on her slipped, revealing her shoulder. Her skin was delicate, covered in red marks. Along with her teary eyes, she looked like someone who had just made love. 

Damon kissed her tears away again, comforting her softly, “Don’t cry. I’ll help you look.” 

Chloe looked up at him, a tear sliding from the corner of her eye, reflecting the light, crystal clear, 

“You’ll help me look?” 

Damon placed his hand in front of her, catching her tear. He could feel the warmth of the tear in his palm. 

“Mmm, I’ll help you find your mom.” Damon said. 

“But I’ve been looking for so many years and I haven’t found any clues.” Chloe said. 

There was a hint of disappointment and sadness in Chloe’s eyes. Damon wiped the tear marks off her face, comforting her softly, “Leave it to me.” Chloe stared at him for a long time before she nodded lightly. Perhaps because the doubt in her heart was shared, Chloe let out a long sigh, feeling much lighter. But along with the relief, she also felt tired. 

Seeing this, Damon picked her up and took her to the bedroom. He threw the blanket on Chloe to the side, watching as Chloe quickly burrowed under the covers. Damon laughed, his gaze falling on the intriguing area of her chest. He got into bed, reached out and pulled Chloe into his arms. He then bent down, looking at the pink tattoo on her chest. 

He reached out to touch it, asking in a low voice, “Is this a tattoo?” 

Chloe glanced down at the tattoo on her chest and nodded, “Mmm, I’ve had it since I was very little.” 

Damon frowned, “You’ve had it since you were very little? Is there some special commemorative significance or ritual?” 

“Maybe. My mom told me that my daughter should also get one. But I don’t like it, so I hope to have a son.” Chloe said. 

“It’s okay.” A thoughtful look flashed in Damon’s eyes as he held Chloe even tighter. “Go to sleep.”