The Cat-Like Miss Preston: Mr. CEO begs for Reconciliation!-Chapter 149: You Must Resolutely Choose Me

"Let... let go." Chloe Preston gasped for breath, her hands pounding against his chest.

"Don’t..."

Donovan Xavier closed his eyes and kissed her even more fiercely.

"Mmm... softer... mmm..."

Hearing her pleas, Donovan’s throat went dry, and his passion flared. "Chloe Preston, I want to take you right now."

"Be a good girl. Call me husband."

"Husband..." Chloe was lost in his kisses.

KNOCK KNOCK.

A sudden knock sounded at the door.

Wyatt Quinn’s voice carried through. "Mr. Xavier, Chloe, are you two managing with the cooking? Do you need any help?"

Donovan released her, breathing heavily.

The corners of Chloe’s eyes were flushed red. Her gaze was languid as she took a few deep breaths and called out, "Dad, we’re fine! You can go back to what you were doing."

Silence returned from outside the door.

Donovan reached out, his warm, rough fingertips gently caressing her cheek as if he wanted to kiss her again.

Chloe’s lips were already numb and swollen from his assault. Her brows furrowed slightly. "Stop messing around. We need to... to hurry up and cook."

The moment she spoke, he suddenly leaned in, his lips brushing the corner of her mouth before giving her a light bite.

He chuckled. "Mrs. Xavier, you bit me earlier. I’m just returning the favor. It’s only fair."

...

After the meal was ready, they all sat at the table as Wyatt Quinn opened a bottle of wine.

Donovan sat beside Chloe, picked up his chopsticks, and placed some food on her plate. "Eat more. You’re eating for two now."

"I want some soup," Chloe said.

"Alright." Donovan stood up and ladled a bowl for her. "Here, be careful. It’s hot."

Chloe took a sip and smiled. Donovan leaned in close, whispering, "How is it? Is the soup your husband made delicious?"

Connor Sutton overheard and poured himself a bowl. After one sip, he spat it out immediately. "Pah! This is the worst soup I’ve ever had in my life! How could you even serve this?"

With that, he picked up a pork rib and placed it in Chloe’s bowl. "Chloe, the ribs I made are delicious. Eat mine."

His handsome face devoid of emotion, Donovan used his chopsticks to pick the piece of pork rib out of her bowl and flicked it onto the floor. "What is this trash doing in my wife’s bowl?"

Ryan Hale sat quietly to the side. He glanced up, his gaze drifting toward Chloe. He watched her for a moment before looking at Wyatt Quinn, his lips pursed with a certain restraint.

Donovan noticed and asked casually, "Mr. Hale, why are you just sitting there and not eating?"

Hearing this, Chloe looked over. "Is the food not to your liking?"

"No... no." Ryan stammered, immediately shoveling a large mouthful of food into his mouth. "It’s... it’s delicious!"

Clutching a wine bottle, his face flushed red from the alcohol, Wyatt Quinn slurred, "Ryan, eat more. Thank you for taking me to the hospital after my car accident last time."

As he spoke, he picked up a shrimp and placed it in Ryan’s bowl.

"Thanks... thank you, Uncle," Ryan said.

He picked up his chopsticks, hesitated for a moment, but ate the shrimp anyway.

Seeing this, Donovan teased, "Why eat it so reluctantly?"

"I’m allergic to shrimp," Ryan replied.

"Then why did you eat it? Why not just spit it out? You’re a fool," Connor Sutton scoffed.

Ryan glanced at the drunken Wyatt Quinn. "Uncle Wyatt put it in my bowl. I couldn’t be rude. One bite should be fine."

"What a good kid," Wyatt said. "Looking at you reminds me of my son. He was allergic to shrimp, too."

"Is... is that so?" Ryan coughed, avoiding his gaze and forcing a tight smile.

Wyatt Quinn said no more. He clutched his wine bottle, took several large gulps, and then rose. Staggering unsteadily, he returned to his room.

Donovan turned his head to look at Chloe. "You have a brother? Why haven’t you ever mentioned him?"

"He’s my younger brother."

"Where is he?" Connor Sutton asked.

Chloe fell silent for a few seconds, suppressing her emotions. She took a steadying breath and said, "He’s missing."

"When my brother was six, my mom took him out to play. She took her eyes off him for a moment, and he was gone. My mom thinks he was taken by human traffickers."

"Did you look for him?" Connor asked.

Chloe’s gaze fell, her voice growing hoarse. "Yes, but we could never find him. No one knows if he’s dead or alive. If he is alive, we don’t know if he’s doing well, if he’s happy, or if anyone is bullying him...

"He went missing on this very day."

Seeing her sorrow, Donovan reached out and gently pulled her into his arms.

Ryan Hale sat quietly off to the side, saying nothing as he continued to eat his food mechanically, one bite after another.

After dinner, Donovan left with Chloe, preparing to return to The Xavier Residence.

Before they got in the car, Ryan watched her slender back and couldn’t stop himself from taking a step forward. "Miss... Miss Quinn!"

Chloe turned around. "Yes, Mr. Hale?"

Ryan looked into her clear, bright eyes, suddenly at a loss for words. "It’s... it’s nothing."

Donovan glanced at him, his expression unreadable, and helped Chloe into the car.

On the road, Donovan drove while commenting casually, "That Mr. Hale seems to be interested in you."

Chloe looked at him. "Impossible."

"He kept sneaking glances at you during dinner. Didn’t you notice?"

"Really? I think you’re overthinking it. I’m not so charming that every man I meet falls for me."

Donovan smirked. "Mrs. Xavier, you truly are clueless about your own allure."

"Connor Sutton, Evan York, and now him... I have quite a few rivals." As he spoke, he turned to her, his dark eyes crinkling with a smile. "Faced with so much temptation, Mrs. Xavier, you must choose me, and only me."

Chloe scoffed lightly. "That depends on how you behave. If you give me the cold shoulder for no reason again, I’ll..."

"You’ll do what?" Donovan smiled, but his dark eyes turned extremely dangerous.

Meeting his predatory gaze, Chloe immediately backed down and dared not say another word.

Feeling bored and with her phone’s battery dead, she reached over to pat his pants pocket.

Donovan watched her hands on him as he drove, his breathing becoming unsteady. "What are you doing?"

Chloe pulled out his phone and unlocked it.

He found it amusing. "Checking up on me?"

"Can’t I?"

"Go ahead. You’re all you’ll find anyway."

"My phone’s dead, and I’m bored," Chloe said lazily. "I’m just going to play on yours for a bit."

"What’s so fun about playing on a phone?"

"Then what is fun?"

Donovan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he smirked. "Playing with me is more fun."

"Darling, once we get home, I’ll let you have a good time playing."

Chloe fell silent.

She instantly regretted asking.