Chapter 1308
Winston’s voice was filled with irritation. Chloe nced 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 nces with Winston.
Winston was happily lounging on the sofa watching TV, and thefortable 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 nonchntly 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 themotion and came out from the dining room, seeing Damon ring 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.
Damon frowned even more, almost crushing the vegetables in his hand. “We’re moving out
tomorrow,” Damon said.
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He couldn’t stand this ce 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 Damone 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 thest 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 thepany 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‘petition 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 makeuppetition 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 theirpetition passes, while others, besides judges and some industry authorities,
needed to buy tickets to get in. The admission screening was very strict.
Chloe didn’te with Miles, by the time she arrived it was alreadyte, 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 ssmate of yours, will his participation
affect you psychologically?”
“Who do you think is the most capable makeup artist in this year’spetition, besides yourself?”
Jacob’s fame in the fashion world, his rtionship with the popr 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 apetitor. “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 thepetition, 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 popr professional knowledge. I hope he can improve in
this area and I wish him excellent results in this year’spetition.
“Every makeup artist who has the courage to participate in thepetition is a strongpetitor. 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 rtions 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.”