The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1014

Chapter 1014 

The two didn’t linger in the staircase for long before Damon escorted Chloe back to their private room. 

All eyes in the room were on them, following their every move. 

Kane’s face darkened, “Damon, what happened? Did Chloe get herself into some trouble?” 

Damon didn’t respond, but the deep aura he emitted sent chills down everyone’s spine. 

Chloe also looked embarrassed/All because of her cravings, they had ended up in that tense situation. 

Talk about biting off more than she could chew. 

“Let’s not overthink. It’s a big day for Rose; let’s keep the party going!” Kane tried to shift everyone’s focus. The atmosphere in the room instantly livened up. 

Some were drinking, and others playing games; they completely brushed off the incident. 

Talk about being nonchalant! 

Damon, however, was exuding a cold aura, but he didn’t let it dampen everyone’s fun. When he saw Chloe look at him, he even poured her a glass of milk and handed it to her. 

Chloe, “…” 

So… were they good? 

However, she didn’t really feel scared or nervous. She smiled at Damon, her eyes no longer tense. 

After a while, Chloe glanced at her watch and turned to Rose. 

“Rose, isn’t it getting late? Is Morrison picking you up?” 

Rose’s face changed. “He… is not in P City.” 

Chloe said nothing and silently watched her, “You are about to be married, and you are pregnant… 

“Chloe.” Rose suddenly called out, “I’m the one who’s pregnant, not him. If the guys are busy with work, we can’t always disturb them, right?” 

Chloe wanted to say something, but she held back. 

Not every man was like Damon. At this point, saying more would only make Rose more upset. 

Busy with work… She was about to get married. It’s such an important event, and he was still preoccupied with work? 

If Rose could brush it off like that, what else could she have said? 

Chloe felt a pang in her heart, reached out, and held Rose’s hand. “You can’t go home too late. Let’s call it a night and go get some rest.” 

Chloe timely suggested, ending the gathering. 

Before the party ended, everyone gave Rose a hug. 

“If you need anything, let us know. We’re here for you!” 

Kane patted Rose’s shoulder lightly, his laid-back demeanor unchanged, but with a hint of seriousness. 

“Wishing you all the happiness, Rose!” 

Ella’s voice was a bit husky. Girls her age had a beautiful idea of love and were easily moved. Marrying someone you love was a good thing. 

In the end, Chloe and Rose hugged tightly; neither said anything, but both were in tears. Chloe seldom cried, but the impact and significance of Rose in her life was something not even Damon could surpass or replace. 

Rose was getting married, and she was going to watch her get married. She understood what Rose had to face in her upcoming marriage, and the difficulties that lay ahead. 

She was always good at foreseeing and preparing, but she couldn’t interfere with other people’s feelings. Rose loved Morrison, so she gambled with her life, hoping Morrison would fall in love with her. 

The road was long. She didn’t know if she could make it to the end, or when she will find the right path… Of course, she didn’t want it to be a lost path. 

Ella cried and childishly wiped her tears, while another girl also had red eyes, silently shedding tears. 

After a while, the two separated, Chloe’s face returned to its calm smile. 

‘R City isn’t far from here, I’ll visit you often.” 

Rose’s eyes flickered. “You’re the best.” 

Going to a far-off place to get married, facing an unfamiliar environment, how could she not be scared? What she needed the most was the company of a close friend. 

Chloe smiled lightly. “Alright, let’s get going.” 

One by one, they put on their coats and left the room. 

They took the elevator down to the lobby, only to find that the usually bustling place was now only occupied by a few staff members from No. 8 

Mansion. 

Not far from their booth, a group of people stood. Tall figures, all dressed in black. And in the corner of the booth they were surrounding, one could vaguely see the man sitting there. His silhouette was only visible in the dim light. 

Strong facial features, a high nose, a dashing side profile, the holding of a large glass in his hand, the glass and the alcohol within reflecting a brilliant light under the dim light, and slightly upturned corners of his mou th. 

His features were like a painting, unique and captivating. At the same time, the darkness he was in held a strange sense of fear that made people feel uneasy. 

Chloe’s steps became slower and slower, finally stopping in the middle of the lobby. 

Damon glanced at her, followed her gaze to the man sitting in the corner, his eyes slightly narrowed. 

‘Let’s go.” 

Damon looked away, holding Chloe’s hand, heading for the door. 

Except for the slight fear on the faces of the three women, the men were all indifferent, as usual. The surrounding staff all looked at them in confusion. But they walked firmly towards the door, not distracted by anything. 

“Chloe.” 

A deep and slightly threatening voice sounded, and Damon distinctly felt the woman in his arms stop walking. He held her tighter, using a bit of force to keep her moving. 

However, a number of footsteps sounded, their way was blocked by a group of men in matching black suits. No one knew where they came from. The man taking the lead had a stern face, looking somewhat helpless at Chloe’s expression. 

Chloe looked cold. “Ned.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

He said with an apologetic look, his gaze instantly fell towards the booth. 

Stanley slowly stood up from the couch, the sound of His high-end leather shoes tapping on the floor getting closer and closer, until he finally stood in front of her.