The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 975

Chapter 975 

Chloe’s body needed rest, and given her health status, her planned trip back to P City was once again postponed. 

Presley woke up early, made sure that Ivan was safe after the rescue, and then finally breathed a sigh of relief. He personally came to Damon’s 

room to visit Chloe. 

Damon kissed Chloe’s forehead and whispered, “You guys chat, I’ll go make you a cup of hot milk.” 

“Okay,” Chloe smiled faintly, but she looked very weak. 

After everything that happened yesterday, plus watching Ivan nervously undergo nearly two hours of surgery in the hospital, even though she had slept all night, her mental state had gotten even worse. 

Presley sat on the opposite sofa, his tone steady. “You were hurt last night.” 

Chloe, wrapped in a shawl looked tired. She looked down and said, “The past is the past. 

Once she had been hurt, she wouldn’t dwell on it unnecessarily. 

Presley gave her a look, his eyes filled with mixed emotions. 

“Damon cares about you a lot, even more than I expected.” 

Chloe smiled slightly, “Please rest assured, I will never let him get into trouble because of me. I don’t care about the Harper family’s affairs, but since he does, I will care with him. So, I will never let him make sacrifices or bear things for me.” 

Presley was shocked and relieved for her regard for Damon, but he was more concerned about, “So you chose to be wronged yourself to avoid getting him into trouble? But the person he seems to care about the most is you, even more than anything else. Your choice to be hurt might not be what he hoped for.” 

Chloe shook her head, “Why should I let myself be hurt? If I am hurt, he will be sad and blame himself. I love him so much, how can I let him be sad?” 

“You saved Ivan last night,” Presley stated the fact. “According to your personal thoughts, you probably hope that his punishment is death. But for Damon, you chose to compromise and let yourself be wronged.” 

Chloe smiled, looking at Presley. “I’m a law-abiding person. From a legal point of view, should Ivan die?” 

Presley was taken aback, “His crimes are not enough to deserve death” 

Chloe shrugged, “So he shouldn’t die. I live in a modern society, and fighting with the law will only make myself suffer. But sometimes we might be a little dissatisfied with the legal judgment, but that’s just my personal sentiment. For example, if I have someone beat him up, I’ll feel better and won’t feel wronged.” 

Presley looked at her and shook his head, “Beating people is also illegal!” 

Chloe laughed softly. “I have Damon. He will help me solve it.” 

Presley looked at her deeply, grinned and then, he laughed heartily. Indeed, if Damon could take on a life for her, then small things like fights would definitely be no problem. It was obvious that Chloe had saved Damon a lot of trouble. 

This girl slowly, made him see her in a new light. 

Damon stood outside the door, listening to Presley’s laughter, his mouth slightly pursed. He really didn’t know if he should feel happy and proud. Was her dependence on him only on these matters? 

Damon took a deep breath, feeling a bit powerless. 

“Cough…” 

Chloe coughed lightly; her voice seemed a bit awkward. 

“You…don’t be too happy, I’m not that understanding…” 

“Hahaha…huh? What do you mean? Presley gradually stopped laughing, asked her puzzledly. 

“Nothing” 

Chloe turned her gaze to the side. 

“You” 

Just as Presley was about to ask again, the door was pushed open, Damon walked in with the milk, and sat down by the bed 

“It’s hot, drink it now. 

Chloe took the milk from his hand. 

Seeing this, Presley didn’t say anything more, stood up and left 

After drinking the milk, Damon took the cup and put it on the bedside table Staring at some milk on Chloe’s lips. he leaned over 

Chloe was startled, instinctively reaching out to push the man was close to her away. 

“Don’t.. 

Her voice trembled, the helplessness and fear from last night resonating in her mind, not only buzzing, but also in a mess. 

But Damon held her hand that was resisting him. 

“Chloe, who am I?” 

His low voice echoed between them, the temperature, the breath, the sound, all so familiar. She trembled her eyelashes, panting slightly, her resistance gradually weakening