The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 916

Nathan shoved his hands in his pockets, trailing behind Chloe. Tall and slender, yet bursting with energy, she was a striking figure with an extraordinary charisma and a sharp mind.

He had to admit, Damon sure had a good taste. He had spotted a woman like Chloe, a real gem.

With a light raise of his brows and a few long strides, Nathan caught up with her.

"Are you in a rush to get home?"

Chloe abruptly stopped, turned back to her room, and took out a key card to unlock the door. In a moment, she emerged with a few bags and handed them over to Nathan.

"What's this?"

"Clothes," Chloe replied indifferently.

Nathan took a quick glimpse. "Ha," he said, "don't tell me these are clothes you bought for me."

After putting the card back, Chloe coolly replied, "They are from Yulia."

Nathan's face turned icy.

Sensing Nathan's mood shift, Chloe turned to look at him. He was tall and strong, even more so than Damon. Her gaze rose to meet his, his expression grim, with a slight smirk on his lips.

"Something's off with you today. Did you have a fight with Yulia?"

Nathan looked down at her, his usual smile wiped off from his face and his voice becoming colder.

"Did we ever have a good time together?"

Chloe pressed the elevator button and replied nonchalantly, "If you are not happy together, why did you marry her? You guys are a married couple now, after all."

As the elevator door opened, they stepped in, one after the other.

"I can't help but notice that you didn't seem to have any plans to bring Yulia and Anya back. It seems like you guys are just putting on a show. But I remember you didn't object to Yulia and Anya going to Granny Harper's. You wanted Granny Harper to know about her, but now it's like you two are living separate lives. What's going on in your head?"

Nathan's brows knitted slightly, appearing somewhat vexed.

"I'm not thinking about anything."

Chloe smiled faintly. That line...

Seemed true.

If he wasn't thinking about anything, that would feel the most real.

She wasn't one to meddle in others' affairs. She used to only care about herself, and there weren't many people who needed her interference. Now, she realized, there were many people around her that she cared about unconsciously.

She flashed a small smile. But, she knew better than to meddle in others' relationships. A little concern would suffice. Getting too involved would probably mess things up.

The elevator halted midway. An old man sat alone in a wheelchair at the elevator entrance, radiating a natural authority.

Chloe glanced at his face and surroundings, making sure he was alone, and asked, "Are you getting on?"

"You're not a local, are you?" The old man looked at her and responded.