The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 76

His fingers were a bit cold, but his touch was super gentle.

The milky white ointment slowly spread over the bruised wound.

The scent of the medicine slowly filled the air, and Chloe clutched the thin blanket beneath her tightly, never lifting her head.

"Why'd you stop talking? Weren't you all chatty just now? Huh?"

A warm breath brushed past her ear, and a deep, pleasant voice was nearby.

Chloe hurriedly turned over, but a big hand gripped her waist.

"Don't move."

The warmth of his palm made Chloe's nerves tense up. As her body stiffened, Damon's voice rang out from behind her ear again.

"Wait till the ointment dries before getting up."

Chloe didn't move anymore, and soon, her somewhat muffled voice slowly sounded.

"Sorry, I just...misunderstood you."

A low chuckle filled the air, and moments later, Damon stood up.

"Gangster?"

"...Sorry."

Chloe was highly embarrassed, and could only awkwardly apologize.

"Never in my life did I think someone would describe me with that word." From NôvelDrama.Org.

Chloe bit her lip with extreme embarrassment, her voice even lower.

"It's my first time describing someone like that too."

"First time? Should I feel honored?"

"Anyway...sorry."

Feeling the man's hand leave her waist and him standing up from the bed, Chloe breathed a small sigh of relief, stood up, and carefully placed her clothes down.

Turning around, she saw the tall and imposing figure of the man right behind her.

He had profound features, but he was staring intently at her at this moment.

Chloe suddenly felt like there was nowhere to hide. She instinctively took a step back, but Damon moved a step closer to her.

She retreated, and he approached.

After repeating this a few times, her shoulders leaned against a nearby closet.

She instinctively wanted to move back further, pressing her entire body against the closet.

At this moment, a strong arm lay across her waist.

She looked up with some panic, only to meet Damon's deep gaze.

He was an outstanding man, with handsome features and a dignified yet composed demeanor, all greatly tempting to women.

His soft breath brushed her face, his gaze locked onto her, leaving her no chance to escape.

"A simple apology seems insincere."

Chloe's heart raced, "...What do you want to do?"

Damon leaned down, his forehead against hers, and his deep voice slowly echoed.

"You're playing dumb."

Chloe's clear eyes flickered slightly.

She could feel his warm breath, his dominance, and her own pounding heart.

"For the first, I feel an urgency to do something. You're really annoying."

His voice was low and hoarse, like a seductive magic power that seeped through the air into her body, causing a ticklish sensation.

"Damon, you...once said that during the time you pursued me...you would be a gentleman..."

"A gentleman? Heh..." Damon chuckled, "No, I'm a gangster."

For the first time, Chloe wished regretfully she could bite off her own tongue.

How could she impulsively say something like that to Damon?

Now he's using her words against her. How is she supposed to respond?

"Do you know where the term 'gangster's girl' comes from?"