The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170 

Chloe stood on the staircase for a while, hands gripping the railing, silently watching the two quarrels play out. She watched as Hannah ushered Alyssa away, her face expressionless, unreadable. 

Presley Harper looked up, his gaze sweeping past Chloe, landing on Damon 

“Your thoughts! How should we sort out this mess?” 

Damon simply walked up, took Chloe’s hand, and headed back upstairs without saying a word. 

Presley was seething, his body shaking with anger. Damon’s silence was more infuriating to him than anything he could’ve said. There was no respect, no support. Damon’s indifference was a slap in the face. Without knowing what Darmon was thinking, he was left guessing and assuming the worst. Regardless of how he looked at it, it was defiance. 

Only Presley and Robin were left in the living room. Addie, standing nearby, carefully asked, “Will Ms. Wendy be coming? I need to prepare if she is. Actually, Alyssa might have been harsh with her words, but she wouldn’t really kick out Ms. Wendy whom she’s known since she was a child. Alyssa is just all talk, I’m sure you know.” 

Addie had a soft spot for Wendy. Seeing Wendy cry last time tugged at her heartstrings. If they prepared in advance, there would be no room for protest, right? 

“Perhaps Ms. Wendy did something wrong, but she only loves Damon. Who wouldn’t lose their cool in matters of the heart? If Damon treated her better and cleared things up, she wouldn’t be this desperate…” 

“Enough, stop talking!” Presley cut Addie off, looking annoyed. Addie, sensing the mood, stopped speaking. She glanced at Robin, then turned to leave. Robin broke the silence, “Addie has a point. Despite Wendy’s mistakes, we can’t hold it against her forever. The important thing is we owe the Alonso family an explanation.” 

At the mention of owing the Alonso family an explanation, Presley’s face darkened further. 

The matter was left untouched until dinner. Everyone was quiet, and the atmosphere in the dining room was tense. 

Chloe’s Wound only hurt during the initial impact, a burning sensation. But after taking painkillers, she wasn’t in much discomfort. However, Damon insisted on staying home with her. Chloe tried to refuse, but Damon wouldn’t have it. 

Chloe knew she messed up, and she had to listen to her man. 

After dinner, they were about to head back to their room when Hannah called out to Chloe. She said with a warm smile, “Pack up your clothes in the room.” 

Chloe was confused, “What happened?” 

Hannah sighed lightly, giving Damon a helpless smile. Damon looked cold, pulling Chloe upstairs. 

“What happened? Why do I have to pack up suddenly?” 

“It’s fine if you don’t.” 

Chloe was still clueless, but the next morning, she saw Wendy on the living room couch. Wendy looked pale and sickly. 

Presley sat on the couch, looking at Wendy with concern. 

Addie was stuffing pillows behind Wendy and at her side, making sure she was comfortable. Chloe found Addie’s attentiveness ridiculous. She silently scoffed, and Wendy, who was being pampered, looked up at her. 

Addie’s fruit platter was next to her. She put a piece of apple in her mouth, chewed, and greeted Chloe. 

Presley turned to look at Chloe. Seeing her emotionless face, he frowned. 

Chloe walked down the stairs, standing in front of Wendy, looking at her coldly. “Well, hello there.” 

Wendy looked awkward and wronged. She laughed, “I might be a nuisance for a while.” 

Chloe stayed silent, then laughed coldly. Even though she had some idea what was happening, she said, “If I were you, I’d be hiding after being beaten black and blue. Ms. Alonso, you never cease to amaze me with your shamelessness.” 

Wendy’s smile faded, but she didn’t confront Chloe. Instead, she looked at Presley, her expression showing hurt, “Grandpa, I think I should leave. I knew coming here would upset Ms. Summers.” 

“So you knew, yet you still came here, are you trying to piss me off on purpose?” Chloe stood her ground, her words harsh and unfiltered. 

This is too much! You literally never stop!” Presley shot back, “You know damn well that Wendy’s injuries were caused by you! She’s been trying to make -amends, how long are you planning to keep up this stubborn act?!” 

Clearly, his words were aimed at Chloe. Her eyes flashed, spotting the smug look in Wendy’s eyes, and she retorted coldly, “It’ll never end, I hit her because she was asking for it! It’s not my fault.” 

“You…” 

“Marina, is breakfast ready?” 

Just as Presley was about to blow up, Alyssa’s indifferent voice echoed from behind. 

Marina, standing in the kitchen doorway with a disgruntled look on her face, quickly responded upon hearing Alyssa’s call. 

“It’s ready!”