The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1222

Wendy shrieked loudly again when Chloe was pulling out the needle.

After the needle was out, Chloe earnestly said again, "Since you can't catch a cold, you should stay here for another night and leave tomorrow."

She continued, "After all, if you guys get sick, I'm the one who has to take the blame."

Wendy was naturally happy for her to do this. Grace could not ignore Wendy's health either.

After saying this, Chloe took out the needles, handed them over to Jane, and then walked over to Damon.

"I never expected you to have medical skills."

Chloe blinked her eyes, leaned forward towards Damon, and whispered, "Actually, I don't."

Damon's eyes were filled with helplessness and indulgence, he reached out his hand to wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. "Sly little fox."

This was a conversation that only the two of them could hear. Damon’s voice reminded Chloe of times when he would whisper sweet nothings during their intimate moments.

Chloe's eyes flickered a few times, she lightly bit her lip. "She really made a lot of trouble, and if I didn’t cooperate, wouldn't her plan be wasted?"

The two disregarded the people around them and walked out of the room. Chloe lowered her head and rubbed the hand that had been holding Wendy's, recalling Grace's words; her eyes were filled with deep thought.

"Damon..." she suddenly said.

"What?"

Chloe was silent for a while and didn't say anything until they reached the staircase. Damon stopped walking and looked down at her. "What's wrong?"

Chloe looked up and smiled at him, "You're not angry anymore, right?"

Damon looked at her, "I'm not angry."

"You're lying. You were clearly angry just now."

"I'm not angry now."

Chloe smiled. "How can you let me bully your friend who grew up with you?"

Damon smiled. "You can bully her as you like."

Chloe paused for a few seconds, then suddenly started laughing.

"If she hears this, she'll definitely be pissed."

"As long as you're happy, that's all that matters."

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Marina hesitated for a long time before tentatively speaking to Elizabeth. She hoped they could stay. She described the loneliness Presley felt living alone in the mansion in a way that could not help but elicit sympathy.