The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1702

Fiona called out behind her, but she didn't stop on her tracks and hurriedly followed after her. As soon as Chloe stepped outside, she saw Damon. He was standing there, waiting for her.

Chloe opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by Fiona, who came running up behind her.

"Chloe!" Her breath was ragged from the run. She tilted her head to look at her, but Fiona snatched the little thing from her arms. "Why are you in such a rush? This is mine."

The warm sensation in her arms was gone, replaced by the emptiness. Chloe watched as Fiona cradled the small object in her arms.

Fiona turned her body away protectively. "I knew something was off about you. What are you up to? Are you having second thoughts about the gift?”

Damon had reached her by this time, and Chloe's gaze immediately shifted from the object in Fiona's arms to Damon.d2

He paused, glancing at Chloe before turning his gaze elsewhere. To outsiders, it looked like nothing was wrong, but Damon alone knew the accusations and grievances hidden in Chloe's eyes.

Fiona, oblivious to the drama unfolding between Chloe and Damon, looked at them and said, "So you're not sleeping with me tonight?"

Damon shot her a sideways glance. Fiona rolled her eyes and made a face. "Sleeping next to a man is overrated. Fine, you can leave. I'll go see you tomorrow."

"Fiona!" Mrs. Dubonnet, who had followed them out, scolded Fiona for her casual attitude.

Fiona huffed and turned back towards the living room. Mrs. Dubonnet apologized to Damon and Chloe before escorting them out.

Chloe, wrapped tightly in Damon's arm, took the passenger seat in the car, remaining silent.

Damon, who was driving, was the one feeling uneasy. "Didn't you have fun tonight?" Although it might seem a bit intentional, someone always had to break the current awkwardness by speaking up.

Chloe leaned back in her seat, giving him a gloomy look.

Damon pursed his lips. "What's wrong?"

Without answering, Chloe pulled out her phone and started scrolling through it. Soon, a cheery song filled the car. Just from the intro, Damon could tell it wasn't Chloe's style.

When the lyrics started, Damon's grip on the steering wheel wavered.

"Soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur..."

Damon couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all. Chloe, on the other hand, didn't even spare him a glance. She stared out the window, seemingly enjoying the music, leaving Damon helpless.

"Let me explain."

Chloe remained unmoved.

"It wasn't my idea. It was Nate's."

Chloe didn't turn to look at him, but responded, "Nate is indeed useful. He's always there when needed."

Damon rubbed his forehead. "It was really him."