The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1307

Yasmine nodded, then she looked up at her, and fell silent for a while.

Chloe was a bit lost. “…What’s up?”

“Are you sure you’ve made the right choice this time? Is it him?”

Chloe blinked, then gently hooked her lips into a smile and nodded.

“Only him.”

Although this wasn’t a direct answer, it struck a deeper chord.

However, Yasmine’s expression didn’t change. Instead, she furrowed her brows and fell silent for a good while. “And

what about him? Does he feel the same way, only you, no one else?”

“He won’t have anyone else. He’s a good guy… You should get to know him a bit, now that he’s brought you back

this time…”

Yasmine scoffed lightly. “I don’t know him.”

Chloe didn’t know what to say for a moment, but Yasmine suddenly laughed, looking up at Chloe with bitterness in

her eyes. “If I could really see a man for who he is, I wouldn’t have chosen your father in the first place, nor would I

have let you get engaged to Lance…”

… nor would I have been deceived by a man I’d been with for over a decade and was ready to spend my life with,

only to have him point a gun at me for another woman…

Her deep gaze quivered slightly. When she looked back, Chloe was quietly looking at her. She adjusted her

expression, returning to her usual self. “As long as you don’t regret it, that’s fine.”

After a pause, she added, “Even if you regret it, it’s your own choice. I just hope you can stick to it and not let me

see you falling apart.”

Chloe nodded. “I won’t, but what about you?”

Yasmine’s brows twitched slightly. “What about me?”

“Why did you choose my father? Did you love him?”

Yasmine glanced at her. “You should worry more about yourself when you have time.”

Chloe was a bit helpless; she could never have a deep conversation with her mother. Trying to know something

about her past was like climbing a sky–high ladder. “Alright, you just got back and seem a bit flustered, did

something happen?”

Recalling the past was something Yasmine herself didn’t want to do. She wasn’t a fool, nor did she enjoy wallowing

in sorrow, especially not for a man. She didn’t deny her feelings, nor was she trying to hide anything.

This was already the lowest she could go. Some people said she was too rational, even when it came to feelings.

Maybe, but there was no helping it.

She couldn’t stand the idea of pouring out her feelings, only to end up with nothing and needing someone else’s

pity.

She wasn’t that kind of person. Her dignity and her pride prevented her from always being the weak one, the loser.

Not mentioning things, not thinking about them, allowed her to continue living as peacefully as anyone else.

Chloe pursed her lips slightly. “I’m considering what to do with the Alonso family. I don’t want to drag the Alonso

matter any longer, Wendy is just too annoying.”

Yasmine nodded. “Wait a bit longer.”

Chloe softly responded, and the living room fell silent for a few seconds. Yasmine elegantly picked up her cup and

took a sip of coffee.

“…Mom, I’m pregnant.”

Hearing this news, Yasmine’s cup in her hand trembled slightly, spilling a bit of coffee. Then she looked up at Chloe,

blinking involuntarily. “What did you. say?”

Chloe took a test report out of her bag and placed it in front of Yasmine. “I had a checkup. I’m pregnant.”

Yasmine put down her cup, picked up the test report and looked at it carefully. After a while, she held her chest and

looked at Chloe. “And it’s twins…”

Chloe nodded with a smile. “Yes, twins.”

Damon’s luck was too good, wasn’t it? Not only did he get her daughter, but now he’d got two kids at once?!

“I once joked about a shotgun wedding, and you two actually made it happen…” Yasmine said somewhat helplessly

as she remembered mentioning a shotgun wedding at the engagement banquet, but she didn’t expect the two of

them to be expecting babies before marriage…

Hearing Yasmine’s words, Chloe couldn’t help but laugh. “I didn’t expect it either…”

Yasmine thought for a moment. “So, does Damon know?”

“He knows.”

“And…”

“The Harpers don’t know yet, in fact, besides you and me, only Damon and Rose know…”

Chloe paused here. “And probably Wendy.”

Hearing this name, Yasmine frowned. Without asking, she could guess some things. Seemed like Wendy was really a

troublemaker for the Alonso family. How could she tolerate such a person?

Around eight in the evening. Chloe went downstairs for food again. She found that her appetite had increased a lot,

but thinking about the two babies in her belly, she didn’t mind anymore.

When she was going downstairs, she saw Winston watching TV in the living room. He glanced at her when he saw

her coming down.

“Eating again?”

Chloe responded, and when she got to the kitchen door, she stopped, turned around, and looked at Winston. “Are

you about to join the cast soon?”

Winston held the remote, changing channels passively “Yeah”

“Have you arranged all your other work?”

“You’re my agent, and you’re asking me?”

“Heh…childish…” Winston’s taunting words left Chloe puzzled.

She turned back to look at the TV. It was showing an interview with the popular star Herman, who was dubbed

Prince Herman by fans and media for his cool and handsome looks, great physique, and widely acclaimed acting

skills. Some people even compared him to Winston online.

Some believed that Herman might’ve become the youngest international best actor after Winston, while others

thought opportunities varied from person to person If Winston’s opportunity had been given to Herman, the current

best actor might have been Herman. Others believed that newcomers would eventually replace the old, and

Herman would definitely surpass Winston in the future.

These were all opinions she’d come across when she was bored at home. She didn’t really care at first, thinking

that Winston, being an international film king, wouldn’t sweat the small stuff. But boy, she was wrong. Winston

seemed to care a lot about Herman.

She raised her eyebrow slightly. It was not just women who liked to set up rivals for themselves, men did too.

Indeed, competition was what drove progress.

But this Herman… She squinted her eyes a bit, staring at Herman’s face for quite some time.

Well… “Prince Herman“, this name did fit him quite well.

He was definitely a looker.

“What’re you lookin‘ at?”