Chapter 232
In the end, Damon let go of Chloe. Noticing that she was tense, he gave a slight smile, his deep eyes filled with tenderness.
“Nervous?”
Chloe didn’t speak, but he could see the stiffness in her eyes.
He leaned in to kiss her chin, “Don’t worry, I’m serious about pursuing you. I won’t take advantage of you before you agree to be with me. But don’t make me wait too long, okay?”
Chloe breathed a little easier
Damon let her go, grabbed the bag next to them, and handed it to Chloe.
“Take out the two lipstick your friend gave you,”
Chloe was puzzled, “Why?”
Though she asked, she still took out the lipsticks.
Damon took the two lipsticks from her.
“Don’t use them.”
“Why?”
Chloe immediately tried to take them back. Although she wasn’t good at dressing up, lipstick was a must–have.
Besides, those two colors were her favorites.
Damon quickly pulled his hand back, “If you like them, I’ll buy them for you.”
“But we can’t waste these!”
“We’re not short of these two.”
“You…”
“Now you’re mine. Everything about you is–including your lips. So, it’s up to me to decide.”
As he said this, he touched her forehead and changed his sitting position.
Chloe felt a little helpless and somewhat angry.
Damon was still so domineering. Although he had changed a bit in her presence, some things were still deeply ingrained.
“Damon, do I have to cut ties with Rose to prove my seriousness about our relationship?”
Damon gently stroked her hair, leaning on the car window, his mouth slightly hooked and his eyes revealing a lazy charm. “You don’t have to choose between us two. It’s not fair to me.”
Chloe’s heart tightened.
She quietly looked at Damon’s handsome face, his eyes full of confidence.
She had to admit, he was really smart. There were some things she hadn’t even thought of choosing, yet he already knew her answer.
If she had to choose between Damon and Rose, she would choose Rose without hesitation.
“…I’m sorry.”
Damon chuckled softly, his voice as gentle as morning mist.
“It’s okay. Let her be arrogant in your heart for a few more days…”
He gently caressed her cheek, his hand slowly moving behind her ear, tightly grabbing her neck and pulling her toward him.
Their foreheads touched lightly, the scent of alcohol mixed with his unique, refreshing smell, creating a one–of–a–kind aroma.
“After all, you’re mine.”
Chloe’s eyelashes trembled ever so slightly.
When Rose returned home, the first thing she did was turn on her computer. S
ure enough, there was an unread email in her inbox.
She clicked on it without hesitation. After buffering for a couple of seconds, the video began to play.
Before the video started, she got up and poured herself a glass of water.
