The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1740

Damon: "Enough with your jokes."

"So, if I don't tell any, you won't be mad?"

Damon looked at her, sussing out her little scheme.

Was she threatening him with bad jokes?

Chuckling lightly, he suddenly got up, scooping her up in his arms.

Chloe gasped, "What are you doing?"d2

"Letting you know what's truly toxic."

Chloe shook her head, "No, no need. I already know. I don’t want to find out more."

Damon smirked, "There's something even more toxic."

Chloe paused, starting to struggle in his arms, "No, I don't want it. If you're going to play dirty, I'll keep telling you bad jokes."

Damon slightly swayed his tall figure.

He couldn't even begin to imagine what the scene would look like.

Her telling bad jokes while getting fucked?

This standoff seemed evenly matched, both stubborn and unyielding, b

ut it turned out that Chloe was slightly outmatched by Damon in certain ways.

She wanted to spurt out the bad jokes in her head, but Damon clearly wouldn't give her the chance.

"If you get mad again, I won't care anymote."

Chloe weakly protested, annoyed at her defeat.

Damon smirked, "I can seek comfort myself."

...

Chloe stirred slightly, the sound of her discarded phone ringing in the background.

She moved again, Damon's deep voice following after.

Realizing it was her phone ringing, she slowly crawled from beneath the covers, leaning on the headboard, watching Damon.

Damon handed her the phone.

"Hello?"

"Your Highness, your coronation dress and jewelry are ready. When would you like to come try them on? We can make adjustments if needed."

Chloe brushed her hair, glancing outside.

It was still early.

"Alright, I'll come soon."

"Very well."

Hanging up, Chloe placed her phone to the side, her hand resting on her slightly protruding belly.

After a while, she slipped out of bed.

By then, Damon had returned with her clothes.

"I'll take you."

As soon as they reached the hotel lobby, people recognized her.

Their enthusiasm was a bit overwhelming.

"Princess, we're looking forward to your coronation."

"Congratulations on your safe return."

"Evil won't prevail for long. Ava got what she deserved."

A frown creased Chloe's forehead. These issues, that name, she didn't want to hear any of it.

It was a mood killer.

Damon escorted Chloe into their car.

People outside the hotel were taking pictures, huddling together, whispering. But Chloe knew that it had to be about her, Ava and Barbara.