The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1272

Chapter 1272 

Looking at that inevitable calm and confidence on Yasmine’s face, Bryson was a little bewildered. Six years later, Yasmine indeed hadn’t changed a bit. 

Ms. Chloe was more and more like Yasmine as well. 

“So, what’s next?” 

Yasmine pondered for a moment and said, “First, give me the files of your company. Then…Chloe should also be making moves, and that chick from the Alonso family won’t be quiet either…” 

Bryson nodded, “So Yasmine, you mentioned yesterday that you’re planning to go to Y Country…are you thinking…” 

“If they behave, I wouldn’t want to.” Yasmine picked up where Bryson left off. “But I won’t let them use what doesn’t belong to them to pressure Chloe. If they live peacefully, everyone would be happy, wouldn’t that be nice?” 

But they just wouldn’t behave. Talking about making them kneel and apologize? Seriously, that was really audacious… 

Morning.” 

A lazy, husky voice came from the staircase. The two turned their heads to see Winston, dressed in casual clothes, lazily coming down the stairs. 

Bryson’s face was instantly filled with irritation and helplessness. “What time do you think it is? Still saying morning?!” 

Winston, with one hand in his pocket, leaned on the sofa and glanced around the living room, “Well… Isn’t Chloe not down yet?” 

“You cheeky kid, that’s Ms. Chloe…” 

“It’s okay, Bryson, you’re always so stiff, names are meant to be called, let the youngsters be,” Yasmine laughed. 

“But really, why hasn’t Chloe gotten up yet? Nevermind, she might be tired from beating people up at the engagement party yesterday. Let’s have breakfast first.” 

However, it wasn’t until close to noon that Chloe rubbed her sleepy eyes and came downstairs from upstairs. Yasmine was in the living room looking at the company documents Bryson had prepared. Seeing Chloe like this, she couldn’t help but frown. “Do you normally look this unkempt? Or do you feel like giving up on life now that Damon is not here?” 

Chloe, still in a daze, heard the voice and paused for a second. When her eyes landed on Yasmine, she was stunned for another two seconds before she finally came to her senses. She looked down at the cotton pajamas she was wearing. “What’s unkempt about me?” 

Mothers from other families would manage to hold back for a couple of days after their child came home before they started nitpicking. Why couldn’t she even last 24 hours? 

“So you’re giving up on life?” 

“Not at all.” 

Yasmine lowered her eyes and continued looking at the documents in her hands, “Go eat.” 

“Okay…” Chloe sighed, now there was one more person to nag her. 

In the hospital, Damon’s eyelids just fluttered when a wailing voice sounded next to him. 

“Damon, Damon, you’re awake.” 

Damon furrowed his brows, even if he wasn’t awake, he’d have woken him up! 

Slowly opening his eyes, he saw a crowd surrounding his bed, staring at him, his face instantly darkened. 

“Get out!” A low growl, successfully pulled at his wound, followed by a muffled groan. 

“Damon, don’t get agitated. Everyone is here to see you out of kindness…Damon, how do you feel? You shouldn’t be having a fever anymore, right?” 

Damon was getting annoyed by Nathan’s nagging, but then he of the fever Nathan mentioned. His eyes scanned the hospital room; except for a few friends, there was no one else. 

“Who was in my room last night?” 

Nathan quickly said, “Me, me! Your brother, it was me.” 

Damon’s eyes suddenly turned to him, “You? Was it you all along?” 

Nathan looked a little guilty, “Ah…um…yes, it was me.” 

Damon’s already furrowed brows deepened even more. He looked down at the loose hospital gown on his body, his face darkened. But after a while, he let it go. 

Yes, indeed. Since he chose to hide it then he shouldn’t have expectations. Otherwise, if she knew he was hurt, given her temperament, she would probably cry like she did yesterday. 

He sat up on the bed, knowing that he was injured, but no one in the room tried to stop him. 

“Be careful with your wound.” Nathan simply reminded him. 

They understood. No one can stop Damon from doing what he wanted to do. 

Kane shook his head and muttered to himself, “That’s why many times I just can’t understand. Damon is so determined. Why does Wendy, who claims to have grown up with him, keep hassling him and not giving up, despite him repeatedly rejecting her?” 

Keep hassling… 

Seth, who was standing to the side, lowered his eyes, his expression unreadable. After a long silence, he said slowly, “Maybe she thinks that no one else can give him as much affection as she can.” 

Kane blinked, turned his head and looked at Seth as if he was seeing a ghost, “What? What did you say?!” 

Seth glanced at him coldly, “You have a hearing problem?” 

Kane was speechless. 

“How’s Nate?” Damon’s voice rang out. 

“He got one more bullet than you still unconscious, should wake up by this afternoon at the latest.” Nathan dutifully conveyed the information, then added, “Speaking of which, I heard from the doctor that the place where you got shot is different from where Nate got shot? Were you running a hundred–meter race with a sack on your back? Do you know your wound is torn so badly?” 

Damon looked at him coldly, “Shut up or get out.” 

Nathan obediently closed his mouth. 

“Where’s Chloe staying?” 

No one responded, all eyes in the room were on Nathan. 

Not getting a response, Damon looked up. Nathan was tightly pursing his lips, his big eyes staring at him. Damon’s forehead veins started to pulse, “I told you to stop nagging, not to stop talking!” The voice was very dominant. 

Nathan quickly said, “She’s at the Peck family’s villa in Stargaze Bay.” 

“The Peck family?” 

“Yes, the servant who has always been with Chloe’s mother.” 

“Okay.” 

Nathan sighed, “Damon, what about Chloe?” 

“She probably has a lot to chat about with her mom.” 

Everyone got the hint. Seemed like Damon really wasn’t planning on seeing Chloe any time soon. 

Elizabeth brought some homemade food over, and everyone took the chance to step out of the ward room. Nathan watched longingly as Elizabeth set a plate of simple yet hearty food in front of his brother, his own stomach empty. 

He immediately pulled a face, “Mom, where’s mine?” 

Elizabeth shot him a look, “You think this is up your alley? Go home, your wife is fattening you up like a pig!” 

Nathan blinked, “Yulia is cooking for me at home?” 

“If she cook for you, can it be called a meal? That’s called pig slop.” 

Nathan was left speechless.