The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1937

Chloe, carrying two lunch boxes, arrived at the office. Even in her snug down jacket, her figure remained unbulky.

Her long hair, not meticulously styled, fell messily over her shoulders, slightly veiling her cheeks, accentuating the delicate beauty of her small face. It was her tall, slender frame and the aura she exuded that made it impossible to dismiss her as just another high-society wife.

Navigating through the bustling halls of Harper Group, she was greeted mostly with respectful "Ms. Summers" from the employees, to which Chloe responded with a soft, genial smile.

However, some would call her "Mrs. Harper," and there were those who'd catch themselves and add a "Mrs. Harper" following "Ms. Summers."

Truth be told, Chloe, engaged with her own enterprise, Starlight International, rarely visited Harper Group.

The title "Ms. Summers" was commonplace to her ears, but being addressed as "Mrs. Harper" was still something she was getting used to.d2

Lunchtime had the office buzzing with activity, some stepping out for a walk and others milling about for a chat.

She had chosen an inconvenient time to visit. Finally, upon reaching the sanctuary of the elevator, she allowed herself a small sigh of relief.

Damon, waiting for Chloe to bring his lunch, was busy handling documents in his office.

Despite the central heating warming the office, he donned a sharp, dark suit, sitting upright with a hint of austerity in his eyes, his distinguished demeanor deterring anyone from approaching without good reason. Even the high-ranking executives preferred to avoid standing before him unless absolutely necessary.

Many thought this reserved man was destined for a solitary life, unable to picture him with a partner. No one imagined that not only would he have a woman by his side, but one who could match his presence without faltering.

What a power couple—handsome and assertive man, beautiful and strong woman.

Despite the surprise and gossip surrounding their union, there was speculation about how such strong personalities managed their private life together. Some even joked that their intimate moments must involve a fight or a negotiation for dominance.

In reality, Chloe couldn't help but acknowledge the inevitable physical disparities between men and women. Whether it was about assertiveness or something else, the distinction was clear.

The sound of the office door announced her arrival, and Damon's usually stoic expression softened at the sight of her. He set his pen down, closed the document, and his gaze locked onto Chloe as she entered.

At first glance, there was Damon in that well-dressed suit, exuding an appearance of refined elegance, a modest gentleman with an air of profound dignity. Her heart stirred slightly at the sight. This man, blessed with natural allure and authority, always stood out.

No matter how much time she spent looking at him, he was irresistibly charming—a man whose every feature was aesthetically perfect.

Concealing her emotions, Chloe walked over to the small round table by the floor-to-ceiling window and placed the lunch boxes down, then began shrugging off her down jacket, turning to see Damon approaching.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"A little." Damon replied, taking her jacket and draping it over the nearby sofa.

Beneath her coat, Chloe wore a knit striped V-neck dress, a blend of sophistication and homely warmth. Damon's gaze lingered on her attire, his dark eyes betraying a flash of admiration.

Chloe, concerned about the food getting cold and Damon's hunger, opened the lunch boxes. Suddenly, she was enveloped in an embrace from behind, his hand reaching around her waist and gently pulling her hands away from the food. "The food will get cold if we open it now." Damon's voice, deep and soothing, brushed her ear.

Feeling her heart race and her cheeks flush, Chloe protested, "We should eat quickly before it does. Let go. Stop fussing."

"Mrs. Harper," he continued with a hint of playfulness, "Yasmine said it's fine for you to be out this afternoon."

Chloe bit her lip, "That may be true, but let's eat now."

She felt his chuckle against her earlobe, then the warmth of his lips. Her body tensed, and a blush crept over her face.

Damon's hand traveled from her flat stomach up to her chest, the soft knit of her dress brushing against her skin. With her head lowered, she caught a glimpse of the intimate contact and felt a tremble in her fingertips, her blush deepening.

"So, eat first, then what?" his voice teased her ear.

Chloe's embarrassment was palpable. "Damon, enough. The food will really get cold."

He inhaled the faint scent at her neck, "I don't have the strength to eat."

Chloe, exasperated, blurted out, "Then I'll feed you."

Before she knew it, she was swept off her feet. Her lips met his in a fleeting kiss, followed by his triumphant chuckle, "Then Mrs. Harper, I am in your capable hands."

Chloe, quick to catch on to his intentions, felt a mix of annoyance and affection. "You..." Her protest was cut off as he placed her on the office sofa.

Clutching at his suit lapels, flushed and breathless, she whispered, "This is an office."

"And the alternative is?" he teased.