Chapter 1259
She had every intention to storm the stage and yank Chloe down, but out of the blue, a figure appeared, snagging her arm and rudely shoved her off the stage.
“Ahh!” Carolina fell from the stage with a thud, followed by Carolina’s piercing scream.
Everyone present was dumbfounded, unable to believe what they had just witnessed. No matter what, she was an old lady, such a fall must’ve broken something, right?
But the people on stage were even more shocked than those below. Wendy turned pale as a ghost, standing unsteadily, retreating involuntarily.
“Nate!?”
Wasn’t he supposed to have left with Damon? How did he pop up out of nowhere?
Could it be…
Presley was also furrowing his brows. “Nate, why are you back?!”
Chloe was even more surprised, looking up at Nate, frozen, her eyes trembling slightly. She swayed a little, and hurriedly walked to Nate’s side, grabbing onto his sleeve tightly. She looked up at him, her lips trembling as she asked, “Nate, is Damon back?”
Nate looked a bit off, his handsome face covered in sweat. He gave Chloe a smile. “I’m sorry, ma’am, he might…”
Before he could finish, an exclamation came from below the stage. All the voices combined, instantly pushing the atmosphere of the banquet hall to its peak.
Chloe was taken aback, turning her head to look down at the stage. Her gaze swept across the hall, finally landing on the entrance of the side hall of the banquet hall. A tall figure was walking towards them.
A flicker in her eyes, her body suddenly weakened, barely able to stand. Her steps faltered, slowly turning around, staring intently at the man walking towards the stage. He was dressed in a pristine white suit, a crystal boutonniere on his chest gleaming, a picture of grace as if he stepped out of a painting.
Chloe smiled, her eyelashes trembling slightly. Seeing the man, she felt hurt, but also very grateful that he appeared in time!
Damon’s gaze was fixed on Chloe, never shifting. As he got closer, his steps became more hurried and chaotic.
The crowd parted naturally, making way for him. He was getting closer to the stage, his steps quickening.
Chloe’s gaze followed him, her eyes reddening. Damon kept his lips tightly closed; even though he tried to control his expression, seeing Chloe’s swollen eyes, his gaze couldn’t help but tremble.
He strode up the steps, and quickly reached her side. Almost halfway there, he had already stretched out his long, strong arms towards Chloe, finally pulling Chloe into his
arms.
“I’m sorry, I’m late.” He held her tightly as if he wanted to melt her into his body, as if only in this way, he could calm his anxious heart, trying to prevent the woman in front of him from being too upset.
Being held tightly by the man’s strong arms, her body ached a little. The unique fresh scent of the man filled her nose, enveloping her completely. The coldness of his body made Chloe feel warm, finally putting down all her toughness and indifference.
“You’re finally back.” She whispered, obviously relieved, but her voice couldn’t help but tremble.
Damon lightly held her head, carefully avoiding her beautifully styled hair for tonight, and held her tightly once more. “I’m sorry, Chloe, I’m sorry.” He kept kissing her hair, his voice full of guilt, his trembling deep voice echoed in the silent banquet hall.
He had such a gentle and careful voice; he cared for her so much.
Chloe felt wronged, now being held by the man, her tightly strung heart finally relaxed. Having received the man’s tenderness, her sense of grievance intensified. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time.”
She felt hurt; she was complaining. That feeling of expecting every second, but disappointing every second, was really painful.
“Every second, every second.” Chloe whispered, each word trembling uncontrollably, tears streaming down uncontrollably.
He felt the woman in his arms crying, crying with such a sense of grievance, the voice trembling, the body shaking. Damon felt his heart was about to break. He let go of her, staring at the uncontrollable tears on the woman’s face, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to wipe them, but they never seemed I to stop..
“I’m sorry.” He said softly, bending down to kiss the tears on her face.
The tears still flowed incessantly. He knew that he made her suffer so much. Finally, he kissed her eyes, kissing carefully yet urgently.
“I’m sorry.” He dared not ask her to forgive him; “forgive,” the word, he himself found hard to utter. He held her tightly again, circling her waist, using almost all his strength. Chloe was still sobbing, and reached out to hold the man’s waist, burying her face in his broad chest. Damon stroked her head over and over again, occasionally placing gentle kisses on the top of her head. He was holding onto a treasure that he thought he had lost.
The stage below was silent. Everyone couldn’t believe the two people hugging each other on stage.
Those around Elizabeth like Angie, watching this scene, couldn’t help but shed tears of joy. But more than that, it was pity for Chloe. She held on alone for so long, and finally, she managed to wait for Damon.
Slowly, people began to react.
“My god, Ms. Chloe is crying.”
They were Indeed seeing for the first time that Chloe, who was always strong and capable, could actually cry.
She hid in the man’s arms, crying. It made people think that she was also a delicate, vulnerable woman who needed to be taken care of.
But-
“So, Ms. Chloe‘ fiancé is actually the CEO of the Harper Group?”
