Hotel.
After taking a shower, Chloe found Damon lounging on the sofa outside the suite, his tall figure exuding an aura of dignity and pride.
There he was, gazing out at the artificial azure sea beyond the window with a cool and profound look. God only knew what was going through his head.
Chloe felt a bit anxious and slowly made her way to sit next to him.
A delicate fragrance wafted over, and Damon turned his head to look at her, a gentle smile spreading across his face.
He stretched out his arm to pull her into his embrace, and Chloe willingly leaned into him.
"What's up with you?" Chloe asked.
"Hmm?" Damon didn’t respond directly.
"You look like you've got something on your mind?" Chloe said.
Damon's eyes deepened, he nodded, his large hand gently running through her hair, "Yeah, got a bit on my plate."
Chloe looked up at him from his embrace, "If you've got something on your mind, spit it out. Maybe I can help."
Damon looked down at her, their faces close. Even though they had been together for a long time, Chloe still felt a little overwhelmed every time she was this close to his handsome face.
How could there be such a good-looking man in this world?
Damon looked at Chloe's focused gaze, couldn't help but brush her hair behind her ear, his eyes never leaving her face.
Then he suddenly leaned down and kissed her, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "You're my 'trouble'. What do you think we should do about it?"
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