Chapter 1669


    The dinner was eventually served. It was reheated leftovers, but it filled the stomach, nheless.


    Damon watched her eat. What else could he do? Would he rather have starved her?


    This little devil...


    In the end, Chloe won this round. Her mood improved as she ate more. Although, this left Damon


    somewhat frustrated. He was watching her happily devour the meal but didn''t know how to react.


    He pinched his forehead in resignation. He must have owed her something in a previous life..


    After dinner, Chloe picked up her phone. There was a message from Stanley. She sneakily nced


    at Damon, then opened the message.


    [Damon screwed me over this time, and I''m pissed. I won''t let him off the hook just for your sake!


    Anyway, you should go to sleep.]


    Chloe was shocked. What was Stanley nning?


    [Eat well, drink well, then leave. You''re at a disadvantage here.]


    [Not sleeping? Are you worried about me? Don''t worry, I''ll be fine. That guy really needs a beating.


    He almost killed me twice! I must have my revenge!]


    Chloe, [Revenge is a dish best served cold.]


    Stanley, [I won''t start a fight, but I won''t back down from one either'']


    Chloe, [An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.]


    Stanley, [I''m not letting this go. I''m on my way.]


    Just as she received the message, the front door of the vi was kicked open with a loud bang. "Get


    out here and open the door for your daddy!"


    Damon red at Chloe, who calmly put her phone aside.


    "You dare to mess with me, but now you are too chicken to open the door?"


    The room was silent.


    "Stop hiding. I know you''re in there!"


    Chloe grimaced, unable to listen any longer.


    This unpredictable man. You never knew what he''d do next.


    "Open the door! Open the door! Open the door for your daddy!"


    If it weren''t for Nate outside, who knew Stanley and was aware of his decent rtionship with


    Chloe, Stanley would have been treated as a rioter and dealt with on the spot.


    Faced with the boisterous Stanley, Nate was embarrassed. "Mr. Stanley, please keep your voice


    down. Ms.


    Chloe is resting."


    "Resting my ass, she was just texting me.


    Damon''s gaze instantly shifted to Chloe.


    Chloe cursed Stanley as an idiot teammate in her mind, then tried to reassure Darnon. "He said he


    wasing to settle the score with you. I told him not to be impulsive... But he didn''t listen. You can


    see for yourself” she said, offering her phone to Damon.


    Damon, of course, didn''t take it; he wouldn''t inspect her phone in front of her. He left the room with


    a cold face.


    Chloe quickly grabbed her phone to stop Stanley, but Damon''s voice suddenly rang out. ‘If you say


    one more word to her, I''ll throw you out the window!"


    Chloe silently put down her phone, but she got up and followed Damon. The two of them really


    could turn a small disagreement into a big fight.


    Stanley was eventually let in. Damon sat on the sofa, not looking at him, so Stanley sauntered over


    and sat across.


    "So son, you almost killed me twice. Was that on purpose?"


    Damon looked at him coldly. Arguing with him over such trivial matters seemed like a waste of time.


    He couldn''t understand how Chloe managed to put up with this madman in the past.


    Damon picked an apple from the table and started peeling it leisurely.


    Stanley''s forehead vein was throbbing.


    "Mr. Stanley, let''s talk this out." Nate tried to mediate. This nonsense about father and son made it


    impossible for Damon to reply.


    "He almost killed me on purpose. I''m already being very patient."Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.


    “What are you trying to do?" Damon suddenly spoke with a deep voice, his dark eyes finally looking


    at Stanley.


    "Let me take Chloe away. She’s my woman."


    Chloe looked anxiously at Damon, fearing that he would explode. Instead, Damonughed,


    continuing to peel the apple. He casually said, "She''s my wife now."


    "Bullshit! Just because you say so?"


    Damon didn''t address him directly. Instead, he offered the peeled apple to Chloe.


    “I''m not hungry. I just ate." Chloe replied.


    "You need to eat a bnced diet, not just for you, but for the babies in your belly, too."


    Nate grimaced. A voice in his mind announced, "K.0! Stanley defeated!"


    Indeed, Stanley looked like he had been struck by lightning. His carefree attitude vanished instantly.


    "What did you just say?!" He suddenly stood up, and his roar echoed in the room.


    "Hmm?" Damon leaned backzily.


    Stanley paused, and his eyes flickered. Then, he looked at Chloe... at her belly. She was wearing


    loose casual clothes, so nothing was visible.


    “What did he mean by what he just said?"


    Chloe took a bite of the apple Damon forced into her hand, then nodded at Stanley. "Yes, I''m


    pregnant. With twins..."


    Stanley was speechless, staring at her belly for a long time.


    Chloe had always thought that she and Stanley were partners, and now friends. Even though


    Stanley always imed that he wanted to marry her, she had always thought he was just fooling


    around. But now, looking at Stanley''s expression, Chloe felt a sudden pang in her heart. She saw


    shock and an emotion she never thought she would see on his face. That was something she found


    a little daunting to confront.


    The grand living room plunged into a momentary silence. There was a particrly noticeable


    tension in the air.


    Damon''s face became increasingly taut, far from pleasant. He was naturally perceptive, so it was


    unlikely he didn''t notice Stanley''s mood shift.


    “Damn!” After a while, Stanley suddenly spat out a curse.


    Chloe''s eyes flickered, and she lifted her head to look at him, but Stanley''s gaze had already moved


    off her.


    Without a word, he strode towards the door. His steps were slightly rushed and erratic.