The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride Chapter 722

Chapter 722 

Chloe’s eyes swept around the box, left, right, front, back, nearly everyone had a cigarette in their hand. 

She got it, of course. Booze and smokes were pretty common in some social settings. This wasn’t exactly a formal occasion, but today was Kane’s birthday, and Chloe 

knew Damon wouldn’t want to let him down. 

She shook her head, “Cut down on the smokes.” 

Damon chuckled softly. Under the dim lights, he saw Chloe with a halo ringing her ears. Being so close, he leaned in and planted a kiss. 

Chloe stiffened, resting her hand on Damon’s shoulder. She quickly glanced around, seeing everyone else busy with their own business, not paying attention to them. She was relieved, turned back to Damon, and lightly smacked him on the shoulder. 

Damon chuckled again, his laughter carried an irresistible hint of carefree innocence. 

They had only just arrived, and were chatting for a few minutes when the sound system was set up, and the door was opened again. 

“Ladies and gents, the Louis XIII from the France has just arrived, sorry to keep y’all waiting…” 

A voice rang out with a hint of a smile, and then, a figure in turquoise appeared in the box. 

Chloe clamped her mouth shut, her temples pulsating involuntarily. 

The box fell silent with the woman’s entrance. Everyone stared at the turquoise figure standing before the table, their expressions varied. Then, they turned their eyes to Seth standing by the door. 

Seth’s eyes slowly lifted, looking at the woman standing opposite him. 

Cicely stood against the light, her face completely hidden in the shadows. But the contours of her face were clearly etched in Seth’s eyes. 

He noticed her face was different from his memory. She still wore that carefree smile, that fake smile. A common expression of hers. 

But he remembered that when she faced him, her carelessness was real. She would ask him to carry her when she didn’t want to walk, ask him to cook food when she was hungry, and cling to him in bed, wanting to be late together. 

Her face, her eyes, they were never fake when faced with him. 

Seth’s heart gave a sudden leap, hoping that it was all real. He let his eyes rest on the woman’s blurred face for a while, trying to find something, but in the end, he lowered 

his head. 

All of this happened in a matter of seconds. To others, Seth’s gaze only lingered on Cicely’s face for a moment, as if he was looking at someone else. His eyes were indifferent, like those of a stranger’s. 

Cicely’s face in the shadows showed no emotion. She almost immediately turned around and smiled at Damon. 

“Mr. Harper, I have prepared two bottles of Louis XIII for you, would you like me to open them?” 

‘Please do.” 

“Alright.” 

Joy filled Cicely’s voice. Her eyes swept over the tabletop, finally landing next to Seth. Under everyone’s gaze, she bent down to pick up the corkscrew on the table. 

With two pops, both bottles were opened.