The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1270

Nate finally couldn’t hang in there any longer. His body shuddered and he dropped to one knee.

“Nate!” Elizabeth immediately went to help him up. Her hand brushed against his waist and felt something damp.

She paused, lifting her hand to find it covered in blood. Her face turned pale instantly. “Oh my God, Nate, are you

hurt? What the hell happened?”

Nate shook his head slightly, “I’m okay, and Mr. Harper is also…”

Also…

Elizabeth froze. She looked up at her son standing beside her, her anxious gazes sweeping over him. His white suit

was spotless.

Nate was wearing a black suit. If you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t notice the blood, but it was very obvious on

the white suit.

Suddenly, Elizabeth’s eyes narrowed sharply, her gaze fixing on the back of Damon’s hand. Blood was seeping from

his sleeve, sliding down his hand and dripping onto the ground.

“Oh my God…” People gasped at the scene. Elizabeth, however, had a steely look in her eyes. She helped Nate to

his feet.

“Call an ambulance, now.” As soon as her words fell, a group of people rushed into the banquet hall.

“We’re from the emergency center. We received a report that there are two injured people here…”

Damon’s eyes slightly moved, and he gave a small smile. His future mother–in–law had got quite a few tricks. Her

considerations were very comprehensive. And her timing was just right.

If Chloe found out he was hurt, she’d probably cry her eyes out.

Downstairs, Chloe glanced at the two ambulances parked at the hotel entrance. Seeing this, Yasmine quietly said,

“Bryson arranged a place for us in P City…”

Chloe pulled her gaze back from the ambulances and said, “I have an apartment in P City, Mom…”

“You’re living with Damon?”

Chloe pressed her lips together. Her silence was as good as a confirmation.

Yasmine glanced at her and said, “Then let’s go to the villa Bryson arranged.”

“…Okay.”

They didn’t wait long before a spacious, comfortable car pulled up next to them. The man who got out of the car

turned out to be Winston.

He was tall and upright, his face calm, and his black suit made him look particularly handsome.

“Ms. Yasmine.” He greeted Yasmine casually, then said “Excuse me” before bending down to lift her carefully into

the car.

Watching his skilled movements, Chloe suddenly felt that this man seemed to have a special relationship with her

mother. “Are you guys hiding something from me?”

After setting Yasmine down, Winston gave Chloe a cold look. “Do you think it makes any sense for us to hide

anything from you?”

Chloe looked at him suspiciously, but found she couldn’t refute his words. The survival of her mother was absolutely

good news. Their silence made no

sense.

“We always believed that Yasmine would come back.” Bryson, who was usually silent, said quietly.

Chloe recalled that Bryson had always shown deep respect for her mother. His respect was obvious and unhidden.

Her mother was the master, Bryson the loyal servant. Although aristocratic families also had servants, it was rare

to find someone like Bryson who was so careful and respectful, his admiration evident in every word and action.

Bryson’s words warmed Chloe’s heart a little. They had always believed that her mother was still alive. So they

were prepared for everything, waiting for the day her mother would return, so that they wouldn’t be caught off

guard. If that was the reason, she would believe it.

Just before getting in the car, Chloe furrowed her brows and looked back at the ambulance. For some reason, she

felt uneasy.

“Don’t you have anything you want to ask me?” Yasmine asked, noticing her daughter’s constant looking back.

Chloe turned to look at Yasmine. “There’s a lot I want to ask you.” She replied.

But they had been apart for over six years. There were too many questions, and she didn’t know where to start.

“We have plenty of time.” Yasmine said, then gestured for her to get in the car.

Chloe bit her lip, glanced back at the ambulance again, then hesitantly got into the car.

The bullet had been successfully removed. Damon looked pale, but not at all flustered. His calm demeanor made it

seem as if he hadn’t been the one who got shot.

Elizabeth stood beside him, her face calm. She was always like this, the more anxious and worried she was, the

calmer and more composed she appeared, not giving anyone any chance to see through her.

In fact, aside from panic and worry, she was mostly angry with Presley.

Outside the ward, Alyssa sat quietly in her wheelchair. When Elizabeth saw her, she said, “Mom, Damon’s fine. It’s

late, you should go home and rest.”

Hearing this, Alyssa sighed in relief, “Well, that’s good.”

Elizabeth pushed Alyssa away, completely ignoring Presley standing next to her. She knew it seemed deliberate, but

she couldn’t help it. If she talked even one more word with Presley now, she would lose it.

She and Presley were bound to have a showdown. But now was not the time. She didn’t have the mood or energy

to quarrel with him now.

By the time they got back to the villa Bryson had arranged, it was already late. There were too many questions left,

but it wasn’t the right time to ask them.

After watching Yasmine fall asleep, Chloe finally left the room. The moment she closed the door, the smile on her

face slowly faded, and her brows furrowed.

Something felt off tonight. Based on Damon’s stubborn attitude in the past, even if her mother strongly opposed

their relationship, he wouldn’t let her leave so easily like tonight. But he didn’t say anything and just let her go with

her mother tonight.

Back in her room, she tried to call Damon, but no one answered. Her brows furrowed deeper; she made a lot of

excuses for Damon in her mind.

It was already late at night, who could she ask about his condition? His parents? After such a big event, they were

probably asleep by now. Nate? If he was still hanging out with her in the dead of night, then she should start

worrying.

After some thought, she finally decided to give Nathan a call.

This night…

No, these past couple of days and nights had been kinda rough for Damon.