The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 109

Chapter 109 

Marina sighed softly, “Miss Chloe, you eat first. I’m going to check on the master.” 

Chloe took a couple of sips of her porridge, watching Marina’s figure. She picked up a napkin and wiped her mouth, lost in thought. 

“Marina…” 

Chloe got up, calling out to Marina. 

“Miss Chloe?” 

Chloe walked over to Marina, pointing to the tray in her hands. 

“Let me help you take it up.” 

Marina looked at Chloe, noticing a slightly smile on her face 

“That would be great, Miss Chloe.” 

Chloe took the tray from her. 

It carried a bowl of plain white porridge and two bottles of medicine. 

Such a simple breakfast. 

Could a big guy like him really survive on so little food at each meal? 

She knocked on Damon’s bedroom door, and a deep male voice responded from inside. 

She pushed the door open and entered. Damon wasn’t lying in bed. 

Instead, he was dressed in casual clothes, a contrast to his usual suits. 

At that moment, he was sitting on a balcony chair and reviewing documents. 

Damon didn’t look up. He assumed it was one of the servants, but after a couple of seconds, he lifted his head. 

Chloe’s heart skipped a beat, her hands tightened on the tray, and her feet felt glued to the floor. He closed the document, looked up, and met her gaze. 

Chloe breathed a sigh of relief, walking slowly towards him. 

“I heard you’re sick.” 

She put the tray on the table next to him. 

The fresh scent from her shower gradually filled the air. Damon squinted; his gaze dropped to her neckline. 

The mark he left last night was still there. 

He looked up at her with a faint smile in his eyes, just as Chloe rose. 

Her long hair brushed against the back of his hand. 

Damon put the documents on the table and grabbed Chloe’s wrist. 

Chloe was startled, but found herself being pulled into his arms. 

His familiar scent enveloped her. 

She had to look up at him due to their height difference, and her gaze reaching his chin when he placed his palm on top of her head. 

“Did you shower?” 

Chloe’s heart trembled slightly. 

“Yeah.” 

“Feeling better?” 

“…Much.” 

Damon didn’t say anything else, leading her to the bed. 

He pushed her gently onto it. 

“Sit down.” 

Chloe didn’t move, watching him walk away. 

The grey duvet on the bed gave off an air of elegance and class, matching the minimalist design of the room and its understated charm. 

It was a man’s room, just like his personality, creating an instinctive sense of distance. 

Before long, Damon was back by her side, bending down to plug in a hairdryer. 

Chloe quickly rose to her feet, reaching out to take it. 

“I can do it myself.” 

“You’ve lost that privilege.” 

Damon avoided her outstretched hand, sitting on the edge of the bed and wrapping his arm around her waist. 

With a tug, he pulled Chloe into his arms.