The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 80

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Chapter 80 

Even though Damon concentrated on driving, he still noticed Chloe’s expression. 

“What’s up? 

“Didn’t you say you were pursuing me? You should know quite a bit if you did a little digging about me.” 

Chloe turned her head to look at him. 

The night in P City was brilliant with lights. The colorful glow danced across his perfect profile, moving with the car’s forward motion. His nose was sharp, his brows defined, and his face exuded an aura of proud nobility 

Silence filled the car, save for the melodic piano music that served as the background score. 

Just as Chloe was about to turn her head to look out of the window, thinking he wouldn’t going to respond, Damon’s deep voice echoed softly, ‘Do you want me to investigate your Chloe turned her head towards him, looking somewhat surprised. 

This would be incredibly disrespectful to you. Or, let’s say I’d rather you tell me about yourself one day than hear it from someone else‘ 

His voice was calm but carried a hint of gentleness. 

Chloe’s bright eyes twinkled, and she finally turned to look out the window, her clear eyes reflecting an air of tranquility 

“My mother is an exquisite woman, and she had high expectations of me since I was a kid Ive dabbled in painting, dancing, music, and all that jazz.” 

“My family is well–off, but I only started learning the piano when I was fifteen. Although I can play, I only learned it for less than three years, so I’m not a maestro fused to enjoy tbt 

then 

Chloe bit her knuckle, leaning her elbow on the edge of the window, her voice slowing to a stop 

Her other hand, resting on her leg, clenched into a fist, trembling slightly. 

Then I went abroad to survive, I had to put the piano aside.” 

Damon listened quietly, his face impassive. The neon lights outside reflected in his deep eyes, making him seem even more incompréhensible. 

He didn’t miss the abrupt change in her sentence or her voice’s tremble. 

If she didn’t want to talk about it, she didn’t have to. 

He could sense that if they continued this conversation, her emotions might spiral out of control tonight. 

That was okay if she wanted to show vulnerability in front of him. But it was clear she wouldn’t. 

At most, she would retreat into her world and wallow in her sorrow. 

“Play for me sometimes” 

Chloe pulled back her arm, took a deep breath, and turned to him with a smile. 

“Sure, what do you want to hear?” 

“Wedding March from a Midsummer Night’s Dream.” 

*_*Chloe’s expression stiffened slightly.