The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1246

Yasmine was sitting calmly on the bed, her face showing no sign of illness. At that moment, she was slowly turning her head, fixing her gaze on Damon, her expression indifferent. Her back was straight, with no unnecessary movements, yet her unique elegance was still evident.

She watched him in silence, her bright eyes seemingly filled with natural wisdom.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?" After a while, she spoke slowly, her voice devoid of panic.

So, this was Chloe's mother.

Outside the window, the roar of a helicopter was audible, along with intermittent gunshots and the clamor of voices. The scene was terrifying, as anyone could tell just by the sounds.

Even in the face of "terrorists" breaking in, she remained calm and collected. Indeed, as people said, she was different from the rest.

Without any hesitation, Damon approached her. Then, he bowed to her, saying, "I'm sorry we had to meet under these circumstances. I'm Damon, Chloe's fiancée..."

"Sir, the president is coming!"

Damon's expression changed. He turned to Yasmine, whose expression finally showed some signs of fluctuation, and said, "I'm sorry, but I have to take you away now."

"Okay." Unexpectedly, she responded so quickly. But Damon didn't hesitate and bent down to lift Yasmine into his arms.

"I'm sorry." Holding Yasmine, he ran towards the rooftop, Boyd's voice following him from behind.

"Yasmine!!"

Damon could feel the woman in his arms tremble slightly.

"Let's go." She spoke, her face emotionless except for the coldness.

"Stop!"

Damon certainly didn't stop. The wind from the helicopter blew his suit, making a rustling sound.

Just in front of Damon was the helicopter. Boyd's angry voice landed like a heavy weight.

"I told you to stop!!"

Yasmine's gaze passed over Damon's shoulder, landing on the man holding a gun in the distance. The strong wind tousled his hair. His usually gentle face was now filled with rage and madness. She tightened her grip on Damon's shoulder.

"Yasmine, come back."

Boyd's voice became hoarse as he met Yasmine's gaze. Those unwavering eyes that had been indifferent to him for the past six years.

First, it was a serious illness, then, even when she got better, she didn't show much emotion towards him. But he was okay with that. As long as he was by her side, he could see her.

In the end, Yasmine didn't say a word, her eyes still devoid of any ripples. She slowly withdrew her gaze.

That process, perhaps only lasted a second, or maybe even half a second. But it was enough to shatter a heart in an instant.

Boyd swayed slightly, pain flashing in his eyes. "Yasmine, don't push me." His voice was deep and mad.

Damon glanced at Yasmine, her face showing no emotional fluctuations. He suddenly felt a chill in his heart. But now, he couldn't afford to think too much.

"I order you to let her go!!"