The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 853

Finally, the cavalry had arrived.

Nathan suddenly jumped up from his chair and ran quickly towards the two.

"Hey guys!"

Damon and Chloe looked at Nathan helplessly. Had anyone ever seen him in such an indescribable state?

Presley was fuming, about to throw the chess piece in his hand at Nathan.

"Looking for a beating, huh? Get back here and continue this game!"

"I gotta hit the john, bro you finish the chess game with grandpa."

Upon hearing this, Nathan made a quick exit.

Presley looked at the two standing together, glared at Chloe, let out a heavy huff, then directed his stare at Damon.

It was only after Chloe gave her a push from behind that Damon reluctantly stepped forward, glanced at the chess board, and sat back down.

As time went by, Chloe finally understood why Nathan had made a run for it.

This Presley, he played chess so slowly. However, Damon was clearly not a patient man. Presley was slow, but he was fast. Without mercy, he cornered Presley in just a few rounds.

Presley was huffing and puffing with anger.

"Another game!"

Damon casually glanced at him, quietly packed up the chess, and set it up again.

Chloe looked at his calm and detached demeanor, and couldn't help but smile slightly. Even her eyes were a bit softer.

Although he seemed cold and indifferent, he actually cared a lot. Yeah, after all, they were family.

The old man in front of him watched him grow up with strictness and care, and no matter how harsh his words were, they were all out of concern for Damon.

Damon was so smart, he would understand.

The more she got to know him, the more she felt that such a man, was actually just a normal person.

Presley inadvertently looked up, and all he saw was Chloe's tender gaze towards Damon. His cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, then he shifted his attention back to the chess board.

In less than ten minutes, Damon quickly ended the game.

Presley's face was full of unwillingness and frustration. This time, not only was Presley angry, even Chloe felt that Presley was somewhat undignified.

Even if it took a bit more time, it would be okay. After all, Presley played slowly, and though each game didn't last more than ten minutes, there weren't many rounds...

Just now she thought this respectable grandson was really gentle. She suddenly felt that it would have been better if he didn't participate in this game. Just decisively defeating the opponent, he couldn't be more ruthless.

"Another game!"