The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1681

"I'll keep a close eye on her, but... if you don't show up at this year's shindig at Dubonnet's Manor, there will be talk."

Barbara pursed her lips. Indeed, she had always been the one invited to all the parties. Being the eldest princess of the royal family, she was always treated with high regard. She was the center of admiration, with envious looks constantly cast in her direction.

Although people usually fawned over her, she had often heard them gossiping about her behind her back. If she didn't attend Fiona's birthday bash this time, who knew what they would say behind her back. Would they say that her past grandeur was a joke, and that her replacement was a cause for celebration?

Nowadays, people love to kick others when they are down. She hadn't experienced it, but she had seen it happen. Seeing it often, she knew that in this world, only power and status truly mattered, so she couldn't give anyone the chance to make fun of her.

She had to attend this birthday bash. Even if she couldn't, Chloe certainly couldn't have that opportunity.

-d2

Chloe returned to the hotel from the palace. In the luxurious suite, Damon was in the study dealing with work. The room temperature was just right. Damon was wearing a grey shirt. He casually put on a V-neck sweater on top, very casual.

Chloe leaned against the door frame of the study, arms folded, quietly watching Damon work diligently.

She saw him by her side every day but never saw him go to the office; even Elizabeth was always calling him a kept boy, a do-nothing young manof a wealthy family. But who could have imagined that the power he held, was truly terrifying. Just being the world's largest arms dealer was enough to shock everyone.

No wonder he didn't take the Harper family seriously. No wonder he didn't mind being labeled a kept boy. In this world, there were probably no other kept boys like him.

The man sure looked fine when he was working.

A few minutes passed, and Damon finally put down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and looked up at Chloe.

"Seen enough?"

Chloe raised her well-groomed eyebrows, walked into the study, came to his side, leaned on his desk, and faced him. "You're not focusing on your work. I didn't make a sound."

Damon lightly curled his lips. "Your presence is so strong even when you're silent, what can I do?"

"I'll leave then. I don't want to disturb your work."

Her hand was gently held. "I don't want to work anymore."

Chloe blinked. "How can you not work? You have dependents both old and young, and they all count on you for living."

He pulled Chloe into his arms. "Indeed, I need to work hard to support a prestigious princess. But not now, I'm too distracted by beauty, so I can't focus on work."

Chloe sighed and caressed the collar of his sweater, but her eyes seemed a bit absent. It was as if she was completely immersed in her own world, not knowing what she was thinking about.

Damon narrowed his eyes and grabbed her hand. His voice was low and husky. "What happened?"

Chloe sighed lightly, leaned closer to him, and began to fiddle with the hem of his sweater again. "Granny said the day after tomorrow is Duke Dubonnet's granddaughter's birthday party and asked me to attend."

Damon raised an eyebrow. "And then?"

Chloe let go of his sweater. Her slender fingers gently slid on the pattern of his sweater. "Those three are almost furious."

She sighed again and said, "They looked like they wanted to tear me apart. Their looks were even worse than Wendy's."

Damon's deep voice rang out, "Don't make trouble."

Chloe's fingers, which had been wandering on his sweater, paused. "We're in the palace. How can I make trouble?" Her fingers tapped on his clothes to express dissatisfaction and protest.