The Enticing CEO's Chosen Bride novel Chapter 962

Damon sighed, "Chloe, it ain't something you can just toy around with."

"I just want to have it. You think I'd use it to kill?"

"That's a killing tool." Damon's voice was calm, but it gave off a terrifying vibe.

Chloe nonchalantly nodded. "Just in case."

"What?" Damon furrowed his brows.

Holding her cup of water, Chloe took a sip, turned to Damon, and said with a light chuckle,

"Give me a gun as a backup, if you betray me, I'll use it to kill you. If you get another woman, I'd kill her too, how 'bout that?"

Damon chuckled, "Are you trying to provoke me?"

"Kinda."

Damon took the warm cup from her hand, poured her another glass of water, put it aside, and casually took her hand into his.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Do you trust yourself? If you did, you wouldn't hesitate to give me the gun."

Damon took Chloe's hand, lightly biting her fingers.

"You sure have a way with words."

A smile appeared on Chloe's face. "So, will you give it to me?"

Damon kissed her fingers, then put her hand into his, gently squeezing it.

"I'll give it to you when we get back."

Chloe raised an eyebrow. "P City? You're not trying to bamboozle me, are you?"

Could P City be compared to Hong Kong?

“Bamboozle you? Hmm... now that you mention it, I need to consider if you can handle it.”

“Huh?”

Chloe was slightly puzzled, but she quickly understood what he meant. She silently pursed her lips.

In the afternoon, more and more people came to the house. Young people were either playful or working, and it was almost time for dinner.

The house was bustling, but Presley was old and couldn't handle the hustle and bustle, so he went back to his room.

Chloe and Damon chatted for a bit, had some soup, and then fell asleep.

A servant came to report, "Sir, Presley asks for you in the study."

Damon frowned slightly, glanced at Chloe, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and ordered in a quiet voice,

"Keep a good eye on her."

"Yes, sir. Don't you worry."

Damon didn't say anything more. He got up and left.

He entered Presley's study through the back door, Nathan was also sitting on the couch inside, holding a tablet, swiping, apparently playing a game.