The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 978

Chapter 978 

Just having gotten out of danger, Ivan was once again laid out on the operating table. 

The surgeon picked up his medical scissors and swiftly cut open the same wound on Ivan’s belly that was just stitched up. 

Less than 24 hours, Ivan’s belly was sliced open once again. Out came a piece of blue thin plastic from Ivan’s belly. 

What was this? It seemed to be the same material as their surgical gowns. 

Turned out, Chloe had cut off a piece of her protective suit with the blood–stained fruit knife, balled it up, and threw it into Ivan’s belly. 

Under their watchful eyes, she just smiled and said, “Carry on, you guys didn’t see anything, did you?” 

As they were stitching up the wound and cutting off the surgical threads, they were still in shock, staring blankly at the spot, exchanging glances. 

“He can’t die either. You guys will have to figure out a way in the upcoming days,” Chloe said. 

That was why they didn’t leave that night, waiting for Ivan’s condition to worsen. 

Sure enough… The foreign object was removed and the wound was stitched up again. The process didn’t take long as they knew exactly what they were dealing with. 

Freya and Percy rushed over again. Upon learning that their son was okay, they breathed a sigh of relief. 

After two nerve–wracking ups and downs, Freya and Percy seemed to have aged several years, with their faces filled with weariness. 

Ivan, having undergone two surgeries at the same spot, was on the brink of death but still hanging in there. 

After a brief conversation with the doctor in the corridor, Percy’s face turned extremely gloomy. 

“What caused my son’s second surgery?” 

The doctor was visibly distressed but still told the truth, “There was a foreign object left in the abdominal cavity, causing a 

bacterial infection.” 

“What foreign object?” 

“Um… a piece of plastic film.” 

The doctor came up with an excuse to leave, leaving Percy standing there, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably. 

“Chloe!!” 

A roar of anger echoed through the whole hospital, shocking everyone. He was so furious he wanted to settle scores with Chloe right away. 

Only then did he remember that she had returned to P City in the afternoon. 

Only now did he fully realize the strange smile Chloe had given him before she left, and… 

Why they left in such a hurry. 

In P City, an old Harper family’s mansion. 

Just as Damon had finished bathing Chloe and laid her on the bed, his phone rang. He plugged the hair dryer into the socket beside the bed before answering the call. 

Chloe grabbed her wet hair, trying to listen to Damon’s phone conversation, but Damon only said “Understood” and hung up. Then, he tossed his phone aside and sat down in front of Chloe. He put a towel on his lap, and Chloe obediently laid down. He first turned on the warm fan and let it blow for a while, then switched to the lowest wind speed. His warm hands gently moved through her hair, comforting and soothing. 

“Was that call from Hong Kong?” Chloe looked up at the man drying her hair. 

Her beautiful eyes reflected the room’s lights, and within them, his figure was mirrored, along with an indescribable sense of 

anticipation. 

Damon didn’t intend to mention it, but it seemed she expected it, so he was now contemplating how to respond to her expectation. 

How could he let her down? 

“Ivan just got out of surgery. He’s had two surgeries in the same place within 24 hours. They took out a piece of surgical gown’s plastic film from his belly.” 

Chloe raised an eyebrow, the corners of her mouth curling up slightly. 

“Really? He’s really unlucky then.” 

Damon smiled gently at her. It seemed that Ivan should be made to suffer more while still alive. 

Chloe’s condition had improved, but Damon took care of her foot injury as if she was paralyzed from the waist down for a week. Holding her while eating, going to the bathroom, and even… during walks. 

After lunch, Damon carried Chloe for a “walk“. Chloe pinched Damon’s arm with both hands, then pressed on his chest. 

Damon looked down at her, his voice somewhat low. “What are you doing?” 

Chloe withdrew her hand and looked up at him. “I’m not just your weightlifting tool, am I?” 

Damon looked at her smiling face, silent for two seconds, then a look of understanding crossed his face. 

“How is it? Feel hard yet?” 

Chloe didn’t catch the alternative meaning and shook her head, “I can’t tell. But it should be hard, right?” 

He had been carrying her these past few days. This human–shaped weightlifting tool should be beneficial to his health. 

Damon stopped and looked at her. Chloe was confused, “What’s wrong?”