The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 1398

Chapter 1398 

Damon didn’t know how many bullets he’d fired. He didn’t bother to count, always sitting there indifferently, his legs crossed and his black trousers still looking tidy. His other hand rested on his knee, his posture more relaxed than any leisure activity. Every word he said after each shot was so bland as if he was only aiming at a stationary target. Like she’s something lifeless. 

Compared to the hysterical screams, Wendy was almost completely hung by chains in the cage, unable to make a sound. Her exquisite high–end clothes were stained with blood, and her messy hair hung in mid–air, obscuring her face. 

When the bullets were finished, Damon put down his hand, knocked off the gun casually, and picked up a few more bullets from the table. Nate looked at the motionless woman in the cage and couldn’t help but say, “Sir, if we continue like this, she won’t make it.” 

Damon reloaded the gun and looked at the motionless woman in the cage. After a moment, he threw the gun at Nate. Just as Nate thought Wendy had escaped this time, he heard Damon speak lightly. 

“Drag her next door, help her remove the bullets, then take good care of her for a few days.” 

Nate paused, puzzled, “Aren’t we sending her back to the Alonso family?” 

Damon stood up, “I’m not done yet.” 

Nate’s eyebrows twitched. 

Wendy was shot six times with modified bullets, and although none of them hit a vital spot, the pain must have been unbearable. 

He thought that the punishment for Wendy this time was enough. But Damon said it wasn’t over yet. So, he meant that he was to continue to punish her after she recovered? 

That was cruel. 

Even Wendy, who was unconsciousness, heard Damon and Nate’s conversation and couldn’t help but move her eyelids. 

“No… don’t… please…” 

Her breath was weak, Damon just lightly said, “Take her away, and then turned to walk towards the door. 

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There was a sound of chains colliding in the cage. Wendy looked at Damon’s back, and struggled to say something, but got no response. 

Nate shook his head. Although he felt a little unwilling, he knew this was her own doing. Why did she make such a decision if she knew this would be the outcome? -But now, to settle scores with Wendy one by one, was really too cruel. 

He signaled to two people next to him, and they immediately came forward to open the cage and helped Wendy down. She was exhausted, covered in blood, a horrifying sight. 

“Go to the hotel.” 

As soon as he got into the car, Damon spoke, his cold voice not allowing any rebuttals. 

Nate looked at the time, cautiously asking, “Aren’t you going back to your apartment?” He was married now, why would he go to a hotel? 

“I smell of blood.” 

Nate silently started the car and smoothly drove away. Alright, he understood. He was afraid the smell of blood on him would make his wife uncomfortable, which 

as considerate. 

But being so far from the cage, could he really smell of blood? 

Maybe… Maybe… 

He couldn’t let his wife smell blood, especially while she was pregnant. 

When he entered the code to the lock of his home, Chloe’s piano stopped. She listened carefully and confirmed it was the sound of the lock. Her face immediately showed a joyful expression, stood up from the chair, and ran towards the door. 

When Damon opened the door, he saw her running over happily. 

“You’re back!” 

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Her melodious voice and that cute face suddenly appeared in Damon’s vision, instantly dispelling the chill he had accumulated when facing Wendy. 

Seeing that she had no intention of stopping, fearing she might trip, he reached out his long arm and held her in his arms. His familiar scent instantly surrounded Chloe. Her arms wrapped around Damon’s neck, and almost her entire body was hanging on him. 

“What’s wrong today? So happy?” 

This sudden enthusiasm made Damon curious. 

Chloe smiled without answering his question, and snuggled into his arms. “You’re not cold today.” 

Damon smiled slightly. “The apartment lobby is heated.” 

He didn’t finish his sentence, but Chloe knew that if he hadn’t deliberately spent a few extra minutes in the lobby, he wouldn’t have been completely free of the cold. Her heart was filled with warmth in an instant. 

She looked up and gently kissed his lips. “Then I won’t rush into your arms when you come back next time.” 

“That’s not possible. I specifically stayed in the lobby for an extra two minutes so I could hold you as soon as I walked in the door. Are you going to take away the hug I’ve been looking forward to?” 

Chloe moved her lips. “Then are we going to miss two minutes every day… Hmm…” 

Before she could finish her sentence, Damon held her, leaned down, and kissed her deeply. He couldn’t figure out the math. 

He didn’t like missing two minutes every day, but a warm hug as soon as he walked through the door might have been more meaningful. If he had to calculate this, he might’ve been unsatisfied every day. 

He held Chloe and walked into the living room. Until he set Chloe on the couch, he hadn’t stop kissing her. It wasn’t until Chloe felt something was wrong that she gently pushed him away. 

Looking at her softly shrinking into the sofa, Damon’s eyes darkened, as if he wanted to completely possess her. 

How could such a woman not be attractive? Even when pregnant, she was always attracting him. 

He took a deep breath, kissed her smooth forehead, stood up, and took off his suit jacket. Looking at the black piano by the balcony, his hand untying his tie paused. 

“Playing the piano?” 

Chloe smiled, stood up from the sofa, and took Damon to the piano. “I was practicing the song for the state banquet, but I only played it twice… then I accidentally played another song!” 

Such a casual attitude, it was like she hadn’t paid attention in class and was just too cute.