Chapter 1308
Winston’s voice was filled with irritation. Chloe glanced at him and, sure enough, he looked pretty sour.
She shrugged, pointed at the television, and said, “Herman, is not too shabby”
After saying that, she watched Winston’s face for any reaction, then calmly turned and went into the kitchen.
But she had barely stepped inside when she heard the sound of a car engine outside. Damon walked into the living
room, exchanging glances with Winston.
Winston was happily lounging on the sofa watching TV, and the comfortable sight rubbed Damon the wrong way.
Upon seeing Damon, Winston also scowled. The two men faced each other, neither saying a word for a while.
Finally, as Damon was unbuttoning his coat, he grumbled, “When are you moving out?”
Winston chuckled and nonchalantly propped his feet up on the table. “Mr. Harper, this house belongs to the Pecks.”
Damon’s frown deepened. “I can buy this house.”
“I’m not selling!”
Chloe heard the commotion and came out from the dining room, seeing Damon glaring at Winston seeming pretty
ticked off. “Damon, you’re back?”
Damon turned to look at Chloe, who had a bunch of vegetables in her hand. It seemed like she was cooking. He
furrowed his brows, went over to her side, and took the vegetables from her. “What’re you doing?”
“I’m making Mexican chili soup. You want some?”
“I’ll have a bowl too.”
Before Damon could respond, Winston butted in.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDamon frowned even more, almost crushing the vegetables in his hand. “We’re moving out tomorrow,” Damon
said.
He couldn’t stand this place anymore!
Chloe didn’t object. She also agreed to move out with Damon. Seeing Chloe had no objections, Damon’s mood
lightened up a bit.
“Mexican chili soup?” he asked Chloe, and seeing her nod, he pulled her into the dining room, had her sit by the
table, then he went into the kitchen to cook.
Before long, Chloe saw Damon come out with a bowl of Mexican chili soup.
Seeing the soup, Chloe’s appetite surged. Damon’s cooking skills were truly amazing. He could cook anything!
She picked up her utensils, blew on it and took a taste. It was absolutely delicious.
“Good?”
Chloe nodded, giving him a thumbs up. “Very good.”
Damon’s lips curved up slightly, enjoying her satisfied expression, his handsome face full of tenderness and
affection.
When she finished the last spoonful of soup, Chloe finally let out a satisfied sigh. Looking up, she saw the man
across from her staring at her. Her face involuntarily reddened. “Did I… eat too much?”
Damon chuckled. “We’re three people eating, it’s not too much.”
Three people… Chloe looked down at her stomach, a smile twinkling in her eyes.
“Anything wrong with the company recently?”
Hearing Chloe’s question, Damon’s smile faded a bit, but he shook his head. “Nothing’s wrong.”
Seeing his reaction, Chloe hesitated. “I don’t understand why Presley has been so adamant recently, is he
considering something else?”
Damon leaned back in his chair, his gaze unreadable. “Whatever he’s considering, it doesn’t justify his actions.”
With that, he stood up, walked over to her, and lifted her from her chair.
He rubbed his forehead against hers. “You’re full now. Go freshen up and sleep, okay?”
Chloe thought about it and nodded. “I have to go watch Miles‘ competition tomorrow, so I need to get up early.”
Damon frowned. “Do you have to go?”
“Mm. If I don’t, Wendy will get bored.”
Damon smiled helplessly at their little power struggle.
The next day, the international makeup competition was held at the P City International Convention Center.
The east, west, south, and north gates of the convention center were all open. Contestants could enter with their
competition passes, while others, besides judges and some industry authorities, needed to buy tickets to get in. The
admission screening was very strict.
Chloe didn’t come with Miles, by the time she arrived it was already late, but the entrance of the venue was still
swarmed with reporters.
“Jacob, how confident are you in achieving a triple crown this time?”
“I heard that among the contestants this time, there’s an old classmate of yours, will his participation affect you
psychologically?”
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“Who do you think is the most capable makeup artist in this year’s competition, besides yourself?”
Jacob’s fame in the fashion world, his relationship with the popular star Beverly, and his potential triple crowning
this year were undoubtedly the topics reporters were most interested in.
Faced with the reporters‘ barrage of questions, Jacob remained very poised and calm, showing none of the
nervousness and panic of a competitor. “Thank you all for your concern. In every competition, I believe every
contestant is 100% confident in themselves. This is not only a testament to their long–term efforts but also their
recognition of their professional knowledge. I’m the same, it’s not about how confident I am in the competition, but
that I must win the championship!
“Of course, I have no doubt about the abilities of my colleagues. However, he has been focusing on his photography
work for many years, and I’m concerned that he might not be familiar with the current fashion trends and some
more popular professional knowledge. I hope he can improve in this area and I wish him excellent results in this
year’s competition.
“Every makeup artist who has the courage to participate in the competition is a strong competitor. I hope everyone
can achieve their best results.” He broadly answered the questions just asked by the reporters. Apart from his “kind
concern” for Miles, his other responses were standard official
answers.
The reporters were clearly not very interested in this kind of public relations rhetoric designed to handle them, but
upon further questioning, they seemed unable to extract more information. They turned to Beverly, who was in
Jacob’s arms, with smiles on their faces. “You two are getting married in a few days, right? Do you have confidence
in him?”
Beverly smiled. “Thank you for your concern. I have a lot of confidence in him. He has never let me down.”