Chapter 591
Chloe took a moment, then strode forward, slowly approaching Damon.
She extended the rose in her hand to him.
As she looked up into his attentive eyes, Chloe’s cheeks flushed a bit, “Happy birthday.”
Damon looked down at the flower in his hand, then accepted it.
Then, he kept his gaze on her, his low voice full of romantic vibes, “I love surprises like this.”
Chloe’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened, her cheeks reddening again. She hesitated for a moment, then walked
past Damon, closing the room door. Then she turned around, seeing that Damon had also turned, still holding the
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She leaned slightly against the door, looking up at him, gently biting her lip, “Stop looking at me like that.”
Damon’s lips curled up slightly, “I’m excited to see what other surprises you have in store for me.”
Chloe took a quiet breath, her shoulders subtly moving with her breath, her beautiful collarbones rising and falling.
Damon’s gaze instantly deepened. Even the usually composed Damon was drawn by her collarbones. He imagined
them presenting even more beautiful curves under his teasing.
However, Chloe was oblivious to this. She walked over to him, set the flower aside, and began to help him untie his
tie and unbutton his suit.
“You sure you wanna undress me now?” Damon’s voice dropped even lower, his magnetic charm making Chloe’s
hand hesitate slightly.
She looked up at him, “You plan on eating dinner in your coat?”
Damon didn’t respond, just watched as she untied his tie, then helped him unbutton his shirt and took off his suit
jacket from behind. Then she took his hand, leading him to the dining room.
Candlelight, dinner, and wine.
Damon looked at the scene before him, a warm smile spreading across his handsome face.
He raised his wine glass, his face was smiling, his voice low and gentle. He was just like the red wine in her hand.
“Happy birthday, again.” Chloe said.
Damon’s eyes twinkled with soft light, his lips always hinting a smile. He lifted his glass, the crisp sound of glass
clinking marked the beginning of dinner.
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After finishing a glass of wine, Chloe took a deep breath, looking at the food in front of her, “I prepared this foie
gras myself, ordered from the France, just got delivered this afternoon. Give it a try.”
Here, Damon could clearly see the effort Chloe had put into his birthday. The warm smile on his face faded a bit,
replaced by a deep, subtle one.
He looked at the carefully prepared foie gras, elegantly picking up his knife and fork.
Chloe quietly watched him; few people could eat with such grace and charm like Damon.
His features were perfectly handsome, every expression just right, mostly his typical calm and indifference. There
was no dramatic emotional fluctuation, as if nothing in this world could truly shock him.
Steady and composed, this was the attitude Chloe admired the most.