Damon suddenly felt a bit bummed. If a woman was too smart, nothing could be done to surprise her.
Chloe tried to stand up, but Damon held her down, making it impossible for her to move. "What's going on?" Chloe asked, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
Damon stared at her, and said, "They say pregnancy can make a woman a bit slow. I wonder when this will apply to you?"
Chloe rolled her eyes. Why should she become slow because of pregnancy?
Damon gave her a soft peck on her lips, "You are a bit too smart. Being a little slow might make you even cuter."
Chloe raised her eyebrows, "Are you complaining about me?"d2
Damon chuckled softly. "Complaining that you're too smart?"
Who in this world wouldn't appreciate being praised for being smart? Even more so when the praise came from a man like Damon?
But not many people had his recognition. Being praised by him naturally made her happy.
Wasn’t being too smart even better? Chloe didn't think Damon was picking a fight. She naturally took his words as a compliment. She glanced at Damon's shirt, lowered her head to gaze at his handsome face, and giggled, "If I wasn't smart, who would be sitting here now?"
Would he still be interested in her if she wasn't smart?
Damon tugged at his lip, and started laughing lightly, "Are you praising yourself for being smart?"
Chloe pressed down one of her eyebrows, "Didn't you say it?"
Damon nodded, grabbed her flailing hand, gave it a gentle squeeze, and looked at her. "Do you really believe what I say?"
Chloe nodded without hesitation, "Of course."
There was always a light smile on Damon's face, his black suit and white shirt showing off his elegance and nobility. His maturity and stability were always on full display.
He lifted his eyes to look at Chloe, his face filled with a relaxed and gentle smile. His deep and charming voice slowly entered Chloe’s ears, "Well, I say you're a sly little fox. Do you believe that?"
Chloe's face, previously filled with pride from his praise, stiffened and immediately flushed red. She remained silent, looking at the man in front of her, who was dressed in a suit, dignified and mature. Who would have thought he would call a woman a "sly little fox"?
Seeing Chloe's shyness, Damon held her hand and kissed it, then continued to look at her. He reached up, held the back of her head and pulled her down.
Chloe was laying on him, staring into his eyes at a close distance. She could see her blushing face reflected in his brown eyes, every expression clearly visible. "Come on, tell me."
Chloe's eyes quivered as she stared into his, and she softly said, "Say what?"
Damon gave a small smile, his eyes slightly curved as he leaned in to whisper in her ear:
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