Chapter 1683


    Chloe didn''t know what to say. She held the dress up uncertainly to him for confirmation. "Are you


    sure you want me to wear this to the Duke''s granddaughter’s birthday banquet?"


    Damon nodded without changing his expression, his tone very affirmative. "Mm. It suits you."


    Chloe turned to leave, but Damon caught her wrist. “Where do you think you''re going?"


    "I prefer the one grandma gave me. Let go of me." Her words only made Damon tighten his grip,


    finally pulling her into his arms. “You can''t wear that. It''s too thin for the cold weather right now."


    "But the banquet is indoors. and this dress..." Chloe sighed helplessly, "Il can tell Grandma ces


    great importance on Duke Dubo, and there will be many important people there. Isn''t this dress


    a bit too casual for the royal family''s image?"


    The significance of clothing and jewelry now was not merely for warmth and cleanliness. It


    represented status, a symbol of the royal family''s dignity. The dress in front of her, although


    expensive and of top quality, was too simple for tomorrow night''s banquet, wasn''t it?


    "You''re justcking confidence in yourself." Damon spoke lightly, twirling her hair, his eyes


    downcast, looking straight at her face. “You look good in anything."


    Chloe nced doubtfully at her figure. There were plenty of women with better figures than hers.


    Looking good in anything was something that would typicallye out of a smooth-talking man''s


    mouth. It was hardly credible. Especially since her belly was slightly protruding now, looking good in


    anything was simply not possible.


    Chloe''s puzzlement was all seen by Damon, and his attitude became more assertive. "Don''t like this


    one? You can pick another one from over here."


    He pulled her over to the wardrobe he had just chosen from. Chloe nced at it briefly then looked


    back at Damon.


    “Are you serious?"


    Damon raised an eyebrow, "Do you think I bought them just for show?"


    Chloe sighed. She looked back at the clothes, wondering if Damon had bought them as maternity


    wear for her.


    These oversized, loose-fitting clothes were so different from his usual taste.


    In the end, she failed to alter Damon''s upromising attitude. She still chose the dress he initially


    picked out for her.


    Chloe called Queen Julia to inform her about the dress situation, and promptly told her about the


    role that Damon yed in it.


    Queen Julia just smiled warmly, "That''s alright, I''m sure the dress Mr. Harper prepared for you is


    just as beautiful as the one I picked."


    Chloe hesitated, then chuckled awkwardly, *....Ah... Uh... it''s nice."


    What else could she say?


    "I''ll send a car to pick you up from the hotel tomorrow afternoon. He won''t fight me on this, will he?"


    Chloe shook her head, “He won''t."


    "Good."


    Queen Julia murmured in response, falling silent for a moment before speaking again, “Chloe, I am


    your grandmother, we are bonded by blood, and I love you and your mother very much. So


    remember, grandma is part of your family, okay? Don''t think about leaving anymore. It took me so


    long to find you. I know you''re an excellent child, and I trust youpletely, so go ahead and do


    what you need to do. You don''t have to worry about anything."


    Chloe furrowed her brows, sensing an underlying message in Queen Julia''s words. Thinking back to


    the conversation they had yesterday, everything fell into ce. "I may have said something that I


    shouldn''t have yesterday, but I never intended to cut ties with you. My mother misses you a lot and


    is trying to be in the best state to see you. We won''t leave you anymore. Please rest assured."


    Queen Julia''s tense expression gradually rxed. "That''s good, get some rest now, and I''ll send a


    car to pick you up at seven tomorrow evening."


    "Yeah."


    After hanging up the phone, Lea took the receiver and ced it back down. She looked at Queen


    Julia, who was sitting on the chair. Although her expression had rxed, it was filled with more


    heartache and sadness.


    She was taken aback, she should have just heard Chloe''s assurance that they wouldn''t leave her,


    so why was her expression suddenly like this? "Your Majesty, what''s wrong?"


    Queen Julia bit her lip, her hands clutching her chest; the strong woman was now on the verge of


    tears. Lea had only seen this state when the Queen was missing her daughter.


    "Chloe said her mother is trying to see me. Lea, I owe her so much. If I had protected her properly,


    she wouldn''t have had to suffer."


    Leaforted her, "This is everyone''s fate. Without these things, you wouldn''t have your little


    princess now."


    Queen Julia nodded, currently in a very conflicted state.


    Heartache, guilt, yet also relief mixed in her heart.


    At this moment, Ava was standing quietly at their door, listening to their conversation. She was


    looking down, lost in thought.


    When Queen Julia''s emotions had somewhat stabilized, Ava raised her hand, lightly knocking on


    the door before entering.


    Queen Julia''s eyes were still red, and Ava was surprised to see her like this. "Mother, what


    happened?"


    Queen Julia looked at her, her eyes cold. “Do you need something?"


    "No, I just wanted to keep youpany."


    Julia frowned, "If nothing''s wrong, I''d rather you tend to your husband, Ava. That''s where you truly


    belong."


    It was because of Ava’spanionship that Queen Julia had chosen Ava for her nephew. But


    within a few years, her nephew had brazenly betrayed her.


    Queen Julia felt somewhat guilty about this, and several times Ava had cried in front of her just to


    deepen her guilt. Even when her nephew had expressed his desire to bring his mistress home, Julia


    had firmly rejected him.


    But now thinking about it, he had lived with Ava for years, and no one knew her better than him.


    Why would he rather live with other women all year round, even ignoring the feelings of his two


    daughters, than stay home?


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    Her nephew, she knew him well enough to know that he would never have done something so out


    of line unless he was pushed to the limit.


    Now that she thought about it, perhaps Ava wasn''t as benign and kind as she appeared on the


    surface.


    At these words, Ava''s expression froze instantly. Her husband was where she truly belonged? Did


    this mean topletely separate her from the royal family?