Chapter 295
The old lady paused for a beat, her face full of tender love gradually replaced by an intense heaviness.
“I don’t want my grandson to be a guy who just works for the family. He should have the right to
experience all the feelings in the world. That’s something we should all have from birth, right? Even if
it’s pain, that’s his right too, right?”
Chloe tilted her head slightly, eyeing the man on the terrace who was engrossed in a phone call.
Emotions welled up in her heart.
Everyone only saw his shining exterior but never knew what he had been through.
Sometimes, even she thought he was invincible.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe always maintained that perfect demeanor, that calm and composed look, enough to show that he
was a man with frightening self–control.
“Chloe, no one’s perfect. He can run the family business like a well–oiled machine, but that doesn’t
mean he’s the same when it comes to his feelings… You should try to understand him
more.”
Chloe bit her lip lightly, “Actually, he’s been very understanding towards me…”
If it weren’t for his assertiveness and dominance, their relationship wouldn’t be where it was now.
In their relationship, she was the passive one.
Alyssa sighed, her words full of wisdom, “Chloe, you should learn to seize the opportunities.”
Chloe’s heart skipped a beat.
At this moment, Damon had hung up the phone and came in. He bent down to sit next to her.
His familiar scent hit her, his powerful aura making Chloe’s heart race.
She lowered her head involuntarily, trying to hide her blushing face.
“What’s wrong?” Damon looked down at her, his deep voice full of his unique charm, he put his hand
on her forehead, “Are you feeling unwell?”
Chloe looked up at him nervously, then quickly shook her head, “No, I’m fine.”
There was a slight blush on her beautiful face, and her eyes were shining with anticipation, showing a
woman’s gentleness.
Damon’s hand paused on her face, then he calmly withdrew it, picked up the sliced fruit next to him,
and handed it to Chloe.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmChloe took the fruit and put it in her mouth.
It was pineapple soaked in brine, the astringency removed, sweet and juicy.
Damon sat coolly next to her, his long legs crossed, and after handing her the fruit, he propped up his
head lightly, watching her slowly finish the fruit. He asked casually, “Is it good?” Chloe unconsciously
licked her lips, then nodded, “It’s really good. Do you want to try some?”
Damon shook his head, his voice soft and low, “You eat.”
Hannah sighed and reminded, “Ms. Summers, he doesn’t really like sweets.”
Chloe paused, turning to look at Damon.
Damon was staring at her shiny, moist lips. His eyes were bright and he wore a slight smile on his face.
“It’s not exactly like that. I’m just picky.”
Hannah glanced at Damon a bit puzzled. Hasn’t he always disliked sweets?
Where did this picky eater thing come from?