The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1831

Flipping through her contact list, she was somewhat surprised to find that she was still a member of the old school class group chat that had been set up years ago. But her surprise was fleeting, replaced by a sense of indifference.

These group chats tended to linger in the background, mostly ignored by everyone. Muting and hiding the group was practically a rite of passage.

Better to let the chat fade into obscurity than to risk offending someone by booting them out. After all, one more silent member hardly made a difference.

She scrolled through the list of names, her lips curving slightly when she recognized a name that wasn't completely unfamiliar.

Clicking on the chat box, her smile was soft and natural. However, to Alyssa and Elizabeth, watching from across the room, there was something inexplicably unsettling about it.

Elizabeth, clutching Alyssa's hand, leaned in and whispered, "I don't know why, but I can't shake the feeling that I kind of pity Morrison. It's strange, isn't it?"d2

Alyssa nodded in agreement. "I had the same thought."

Elizabeth’s gaze met Alyssa's for a few seconds before they both looked back at Chloe, their hands tightening around each other's.

Indeed, you wouldn't want to cross any woman, particularly Chloe. There was something about her calm, placid smile that was downright unnerving.

Damon walked over from the kitchen, holding a tray with fruits, cakes, and juice on top.

Chloe was busy on her phone, smiling contently, as Damon silently sat beside her and placed the tray on the coffee table. He then gently took her phone away and set it aside.

Chloe's brow creased slightly in a clear display of displeasure.

Alyssa and Elizabeth paused, sitting close together.

Pregnant women experienced significant emotional fluctuations, and considering Chloe seemed to be dealing with something important at the moment, could Damon's overbearing actions be hitting the wrong nerve?

In fact, when Chloe got upset, she didn't engage in loud arguments or scenes. Even if she had a falling out with Damon, she never showed it to others. She would still maintain her usual cheerful and lively demeanor.

However, the more she acted like this, the more suspicious they became in their hearts. Could you imagine someone who was laughing with you one second and then immediately giving a cold or petulant look to someone who had just irked them?

Chloe glanced to the side, looking displeased at Damon. Her crimson lips pursed lightly, and her eyes carried a hint of accusation.

"Aren't you having cake?" Damon's voice was casual as his eyes swept over the tray on the coffee table.

Chloe paused, looked at the cake, and her eyes suddenly lit up. Then she looked back at Damon and pouted, "Didn't you say no cake?"

Damon remained silent, taking the fruits and juice off the tray and handing her the empty tray, leaving only the cake on it. He then handed her a fork.

Chloe had indeed been craving cake, having mentioned it to Damon the night before, only to be flatly refused.

She had pleaded, but he had promptly listed all the reasons why cake was bad for pregnant women, leaving her to sleep in a huff of discontent.

Breakfast had been a lingering regret, but now, she saw the cake.

She was ready to dig in, but still felt unsure, "Can I really have some?"

"Go ahead."

A maid came over with a steaming cup of tea and placed it on the table, smiling. "Don't worry, missus. The cake was made by the master right after breakfast. There are no additives, and the cream was hand-whipped by Mr. Damon for a long time."

Chloe's eyes sparkled with gratitude as she turned to Damon. "On behalf of our little ones, thank you, daddy!"

At that, Damon chuckled softly. "Well, so it's not you who wanted it?"

Chloe scooped up a fluffy piece of cake and savored it blissfully. "Of course not. It's the babies who wanted it."

Damon reached over and took the tray from her lap. "If it's not for you, then you shouldn't eat."

"Hey, wait..." Chloe reached for the cake that was suddenly being pulled away.

Damon seemed serious, giving her no chance to reach it again. After a few tries, Chloe looked at him, "Daddy, the babies really want to try your cake."

"They don't deserve it."

Chloe sighed, pouting. "Daddy, you'll break their little hearts. Be careful, or they might not like you later."

"It doesn’t matter," Damon said coldly. "As long as you love me, that's enough."

Alyssa and Elizabeth, seated across from them, huddled together.

Alyssa sighed, "I can't stand this anymore. I'm leaving."

Elizabeth chimed in, "I can't either. I suddenly miss my husband."

Damon's blunt words left Chloe red-faced and flustered. As she watched the cake being held out of reach, her lips parted in a slight pout. "Alright, alright, I admit it's me who wants it. The babies are innocent."

Damon's lips curved in a teasing smile as he leaned in closer. "Do you love me?"

Chloe's face reddened further, and she nodded shyly, murmuring, "Yes."

"Then call me hubby."

Chloe's head lowered even more.

"Hmm?" With a light threat from Damon, Chloe's embarrassment deepened. As he pressed closer, she put a hand on his shoulder, glancing over at the others.

Alyssa and Elizabeth hurriedly averted their gazes and scurried away from the domestic battlefield. The maid followed suit.

Damon's dark eyes glanced at the corner, noting their departure, then refocused on Chloe. "Hmm? Call me hubby, and you can have your cake."

Chloe bit her lip, leaned forward, and pecked him on the lips. "Can we change it to a kiss instead?"

"No."

"Two kisses?"

"No."

"Damon..."

Seeing her with that forlorn look, Damon relented, "A hundred kisses, come here and you'll get your cake."

Chloe sighed, "Hubby."

A hundred kisses would take all night. Who can say what might develop from this, right? Chloe never let a good opportunity slip by, and right now, the coast was clear in the living room.

Besides, it was not like they hadn't been close before with an audience. As for being shameless, well, that was just a matter of getting used to it. She'd always use the babies as an excuse for everything, hiding behind them like a shield, and everyone had grown accustomed to that.

And Damon, well, he'd always played along with her charades. Only, he always seemed to outplay her in the end. He was the master of the game.

"Hand over that cake, now!" she demanded.

Damon smirked and leaned in for a quick, teasing kiss before reluctantly letting her go.