The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1643

Yasmine’s complexion immediately darkened. “Chloe is my flesh and blood. You have nothing to do with her!”

“But she is now my daughter–in–law! You could say she’s my daughter too, so I owe you a big thanks.”

Yasmine’s lips were almost a thin line. Her mood was extremely foul

“Even though you don’t want to admit it, it’s the truth, isn’t it? Chloe is a good girl, and you deserve a lot of credit!

Don’t worry, even though Chloe isn’t my biological child, I will love her as if she were! You can completely trust me

with her!”

Yasmine’s face grew darker. “I’m not dead! Why should I hand Chloe over to you? She’s my daughter “c2

“Yasmine, your words aren’t right. Chloe is carrying my son’s twins in her belly, and they are already legally

married. It’s a done deal. Even if you want to back out, it’s too late, isn’t it? Since she’s my daughter–in–law, of

course I’m going to treat her as well as my own daughter. Wouldn’t that put you more at ease?”

Elizabeth showed no anger; she was all smiles and even handed the bowl of chicken soup to

Yasmine.

“Come on, Yasmine, have some chicken soup!”

Yasmine was so angry she almost spilled the bowl of soup, but her good upbringing kept her from doing so. Taking a

glance at the bowl of soup in Elizabeth’s hands, she let out a cold laugh. “So that’s where Damon gets his

shamelessness from!”

Elizabeth chuckled. “To win a woman’s heart, being shameless is a must, isn’t it?”

Yasmine clenched her fists. She had always had a hard time dealing with people like this. No matter how harsh her

words were, they seemed to have no effect on people like Elizabeth. It was as if they were wearing armor.

For a while, she was so angry she didn’t know what to say. Just then, she noticed the bowl of soup that Elizabeth was

still holding and took it. I’m not a man, so you don’t have to be shameless in front of me!” As Yasmine spoke, she

brought the bowl to her lips.

Elizabeth still had a smile all over her face and let out a chuckle Isn’t this just me trying to win your heart? It’s no

different from pursuing a lover, so just think of it as me courting you!”

“Pfft. ” Yasmine suddenly spat out the soup that had just entered her mouth.

Even Yasmine herself didn’t expect such an ungraceful act Elizabeth was not expecting it either, and got a face full

of soup

Chloe was watching this scene from another room through an one–way glass. She blinked, looking at the silent

stand–off between Elizabeth and Yasmine in the rehabilitation room, an

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couldn’t help but laugh. These two were quite a comedy duo when together.

“You… you alright?” Feeling a bit embarrassed and guilty for her outburst, Yasmine asked

Elizabeth.

Elizabeth was a bit stunned, so she touched her face and forced a smile. “No… no problem! I’m chasing you, aren’t

I? Even if you spat on me, I’d have to believe it smells like roses…”

These words caused Yasmine’s face to contort uncontrollably.

Chloe heard Elizabeth’s words and burst into laughter again. She was such a character, she was just too

entertaining. No wonder her father–in–law, Royce, a typically cool and detached man, was smitten with her. If you

had such a person by your side, how could life ever be

boring?

Seeing her mother’s repeated loss of composure, she had a hunch. It wouldn’t be long before

her mother might have actually been won over by her mother–in–law.

Yasmine, with a stern face, placed the bowl of soup back onto the coffee table. “Is this what you call chicken soup? I

think you’re just trying to murder me so you can have my daughter all to yourself!”

Elizabeth frowned. “How could you say that? I spent nearly two hours making that pot of chicken soup! I put my

whole heart into it. How could you say such a thing?”

Yasmine snorted, “Why don’t you try your heartfelt soup and see what it tastes like?”

Still frowning, Elizabeth took a sip from the bowl of soup Yasmine had just put down. Two seconds after it entered

her mouth, she spat it out. Luckily, Yasmine had the foresight to steer her wheelchair away from the line of fire.

“Tastes like vinegar!”

Yasmine looked at Elizabeth, whose face was all scrunched up from the sour taste, and her lips twitched. Her eyes

were filled with a hint of amusement. “Who’s the cook here? Isn’t it you?”

Elizabeth, looking particularly disgusted, pushed the bowl of soup to the farthest corner of the coffee table. “Then

don’t drink it! It was supposed to be just simple boiled chicken soup I only added a bit of cooking wine and vinegar…

could it be, I mistook the white vinegar for cooking wine?”

Yasmine put a hand to her forehead, concealing the amusement in her eyes. Her voice, however, was as cold as

ever, “So your heartfelt soup tastes like vinegar? That’s a bit too

much for me to stomach!”

“Next time! Next time, I won’t add vinegar!” Elizabeth raised her hand in a solemn pledge.

“No need. Just focus on your husband I don’t need your concern.”

Elizabeth stepped forward and grabbed Yasmine’s arm, threading her own through it and holding it tightly, forcing

intimacy “Stop being so formal with me. A husband is someone

you’ve already won, so there’s no thrill in that anymore! I’m more interested in you now!”

Chloe was speechless.

What the… was she being serious? Once you got something, it was not so special anymore?

That was such a classic playboy mentality, how could she say it so naturally? If her father–in–law, Royce, heard this,

he would explode!

Yasmine was taken aback by Elizabeth’s move, and instinctively tried to struggle, but Elizabeth held on tightly and

wouldn’t let go.

“Are you harassing me?”

Elizabeth, “We’re just getting to know each other better.”

Yasmine, “Have you always been this forward?”

Elizabeth, “What can I say? You caught my eye.”

Yasmine grimaced, and for a moment, she really wanted to curse out loud.

This shameless woman.

Chloe was standing in the corner, silently sweating bullets for Elizabeth. She couldn’t recall her mother ever having

to deal with someone as audacious and blatant as Elizabeth. She was afraid that her mother’s temper would flare

and things would turn ugly.

But her mother’s face, although displeased, showed no signs of imminent explosion. In fact, she even saw traces of

resigned acceptance on her mother’s face, subtle but undeniable.