The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1703

Damon pressed his lips together, not uttering a word.

Chloe straightened herself, "Hey, hurry up, do it again."

"Are you trying to make me reject you? Well then, I really will. I might as well ask Nate to see whether he pursued me or you did. If it was him, I might as well move in with him. It'd save him the time of finding a girlfriend."

Her words were obviously said out of frustration, hoping to provoke Damon into repeating what he had whispered in her ear earlier. Yet, she yelled all the way and Damon didn't utter a word.

When they arrived at the hotel, Chloe unbuckled her seatbelt, ready to get out of the car. But Damon beat her to it, stepping out and sweeping her off her feet as she was about to exit the car.

Chloe gasped softly, instinctively wrapping her arms around Damon's shoulders.d2

Seeing Damon about to stride into the hotel with a grim expression, Chloe kicked her legs. "What the hell? Don't touch me. I don't even know who my boyfriend is yet?"

Damon's icy gaze swept over her, causing Chloe to shrink back reflexively. “Don’t touch me. I don't want you anymore."

Damon chuckled coldly, "Don't want me anymore? Ask the two little ones in your belly if they agree. And who gave you the right to reject me?!”

Damon, carrying Chloe, entered the grand hotel lobby. His voice wasn't loud, but his aura was impossible to ignore. He looked mad, his body cold, like a walking Satan.

And what was even more bizarre was that this cold, aloof man was carrying a woman. Both of their faces were grim. Regardless of their gender, both of them had the looks and charisma that could easily attract attention.

The lobby buzzed with whispers as they made their appearance.

The man's voice was low and his face was cold, while the woman's beautiful face was filled with defiance as she glared at the man. The spectators felt that the oddly-positioned couple might transform their expressions in a second, just like every young couple in a quarrel. They were sure a battle of the century was about to break out.

Everyone was glued to the scene, anxiously waiting for what would happen next. However, Chloe glared at Damon for a while before she finally blurted out, "You won't even give me a kitten. Why should I want you?!"

Damon’s lips twitched, "I gave myself to you. Aren't you still deciding whether you want it or not?”

Chloe hesitated for a moment, her momentum dwindling and her voice softening. "Then, do it again. If you do, I'll take you." Chloe's face was full of anticipation, her eyes sparkling as if her ears had perked up, afraid to miss any sound.

But Damon remained silent.

Chloe's face darkened. "If you won't do it, then put me down." She wriggled her legs as she spoke.

"Stop moving. If you keep moving, I'll drop you." Damon's voice was deep, full of authority. Not only Chloe, but even the people around them couldn't help but flinch.

But who was Chloe? A woman who had been spoiled by Damon from head to toe, she couldn't stand Damon's "strictness" and "threat" at this moment.

After staring at Damon for a long while, her eyes welled up with tears. Her lips pouted in grievance, looking utterly wronged. Seeing her like this, Damon's heart skipped a beat, his lips pressing together even tighter.

Chloe silently clutched at the fabric of Damon's shirt on his shoulders before beginning to struggle in his arms. "You yelled at me? They were right. Once a man gets what he wants he doesn't know how to cherish it anymore. Let go of me. Don't touch me. I don't want you anymore."

Her tantrum caused Damon to wince; he quickly walked into the hotel's private elevator.

Once the elevator doors fully closed, Damon finally set Chloe down. As she impatiently reaching for the elevator buttons, he grabbed her hand, spread his arms, and trapped her between the elevator and his chest. "Can you stop causing a scene, please?"