Chapter 293


    “Hmm?” The olddy, almost fixated on Chloe’s belly, responded to Hannah’s call, but didn’t take


    her eyes off.


    Hannah sighed helplessly and spoke for Alyssa, “Let’s head inside, boss, Ms. Summers.”


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    “Alright.”


    Chloe said, already moving forward to push Alyssa’s wheelchair inside the house.


    After everyone chatted for a bit, the kitchen staff were preparing lunch. Chloe volunteered to help,


    and Alyssa didn’t stop her.


    Then, seizing the moment, she pulled Damon aside and asked softly. “So, kiddo, am I gonna have


    a great–grandkid by the end of the year?”


    The end of the year?


    Didn’t that mean she should be pregnant by now?


    Damon, elegantly sipping his tea, replied indifferently, “No.”


    His indifferent attitude made the olddy gasp.


    “Are you guys using contraception?”


    Damon remained unfazed, “No.”


    The olddy squeezed her teacup, “Is Chloe’s health not good?”


    “No.”


    “Then is it because you…”


    Damon shot her a cold look.


    The olddy pursed her lips;


    seeing her grandson’s gentle and restrained demeanor, he didn’t seem like a libertine.


    So, the olddy carefully asked:


    “Don’t tell me you two haven’t…”


    “This kind of thing cant be rushed. We’re not even married…”


    “Then propose already?!”


    Damon paused while drinking water, slowly looking up, his voice deep and a bit confused,


    “Propose?”


    Alyssa rolled her eyes, thinking: Stubborn mule!


    “You’ve been wooing her, and don’t tell me you haven’t even given her a present?”


    Damon frowned, “I don’t think I have.”


    If not for fear of hurting her hand, Alyssa would have thrown her cup at Damon,


    This clueless guy.


    “Have you ever asked her out?”


    Damon paused for a moment, shook his head, “No.”


    “You…”


    The olddy was about to pass out from anger, pointing at Damon, she eximed: “If I were Chloe,


    I’d have dumped you ages ago! Let alone talk about marriage.” Damon’s face grew colder, but the


    things the olddy mentioned seemed to be the most normal things between lovers.


    He hadn’t even done the most basic things.


    “What woman doesn’t like romance? You’re such a headache!” The olddy tried to control her


    temper, mming the teacup onto the table.


    Damon stared at the spilled tea, leaning back on the sofa, his expression gradually growing


    serious.


    Alyssa sighed helplessly. She originally wanted to help, but now she didn’t even know where to


    start.


    “Gosh, when am I going to have a great–grandchild?”


    Chloe came out of the kitchen just in time to hear Alyssa’sment.


    “Where’s Nathan?! What’s that boy been doing all this time without getting married and having


    kids?”


    Chloe nced sympathetically at Damon; it seemed his grandma was really looking forward to a


    great–grandchild. Escorted out of the kitchen by Hannah, Chloe could only carry her fruit tter


    back to the living room.


    Alyssa held Chloe’s hand, looking at her with concern, “Chloe, you’re working too hard.”


    Chloe shook her head, looking up at Damon. He was watching her too, his eyes seemingly


    pondering something.


    His attention seemedpletely on her. She even doubted if he heard what his grandma said just


    now.


    At that moment, Hannah came over with the phone, smiling, “Ma’am, it’s Nathan on the line.”


    “Ah, look at this little rascal, he still remembers he has a grandma!”


    Hannah just smiled faintly, then handed the phone to the olddy.


    “Hey kiddo, you got something to tell me?”