The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Just as he was about to scoop up the little troublemaker and take him outside, the door of the room swung open

and Elizabeth walked in.

“The guests have all arrived. Why don’t you bring the babies out for a bit?”

Rose took Colt over, and Chloe, cradling her son, prepared to join Damon in making their entrance.

As they reached the doorway, Elizabeth caught Chloe’s arm, hesitating as if torn whether to speak.

Chloe looked puzzled. “What’s up?”

Elizabeth glanced at Damon, then pulled Chloe aside and whispered:d2

“The thing is that Presley is here too. I think, in this situation, if he wants to hold the babies…”

Chloe nodded. “I understand.”

Elizabeth’s face showed a hint of apology. “I’m sorry, Chloe, I just can’t bear it. It’s pitiful to see him like that.”

“It’s all water under the bridge. No matter what, he’s their great-grandfather. I’m doing fine now. As long as the

babies are healthy, I don’t have room in my heart for those unhappy memories. Don’t worry. A little respect for him

in public is also respect for myself.”

Relieved, Elizabeth nodded. “I am so sorry you have to bear this.”

Chloe smiled reassuringly. “I get it a little. He wasn’t exactly kind to you either, or you wouldn’t have eloped with his

son all those years ago. And yet, you still have a soft spot for him, don’t you?”

Elizabeth gave a wry smile. “What can I say? No matter how mean he can be, I just can’t bring myself to retaliate.

As much as I hate him at times, I pity him too. I’ve come to terms with it over the years. It is what it is.”

Chloe chuckled. “Well, I’m the same. No matter how much he disapproves of me, I’m determined to outlive him. I’ll

just indulge him for now.”

The words were slightly inappropriate, but they were honest.

Elizabeth also didn’t think there was anything to worry about. She gently squeezed Chloe’s arm as a reassuring

gesture. “Give Damon a heads-up, so he doesn’t stir the pot.”

—

When Damon and Chloe emerged into the banquet hall, the bubbling conversations came to an abrupt halt. All eyes

were drawn to them as they approached.

Most guests were eager to catch a glimpse of the twins, but with layers of security, no one could get too close. Not

only had Damon prepared, but Stanley had also mustered additional hands, ensuring that not even a fly could

breach the hotel’s perimeter.

they appeared, Alyssa joyfully took

at Presley standing at the back and walked towards him, with

neutral, and it was impossible to

gazes fell on the

is Elio, we’ve chosen his name. If you’re not happy with it, you can pick another,” Chloe offered,

son towards Presley.

on her in disbelief. It wasn’t until he was sure

that he nervously opened his arms

he’d held the baby, the first time

of

tell this baby would grow up

good. No need

a smile.

broadened in satisfaction. “Elio, Luna.

were her treasures. How could

names were

baby, slowly advanced to stand beside the

I were Chloe, I wouldn’t give you

Presley ignored her comment.

all for attending the celebration banquet of my great-grandchildren, Elio and Luna. With your

rejoices in this joyous

to everyone that this was a concession,

branch to

soft smile, subtle and unobtrusive,

requested to see the babies, and

lunch served at noon,

before being whisked away. The noise and air

they were quickly safeguarded. Damon had arranged for a car to

banquet concluded without

household staff busily fussed over the two little

for a while.

by the Harper family’s celebration. The appearance of the babies

words were the

in the past. He cut

and even used the Global Economic Summit as a platform

and ridicule. He had done everything, both right

got to hold his great-grandchildren in his arms. Wasn’t it all for

However, the incident taught

lives of the young. Each

way of

the younger generation to walk a path they deemed correct

old people didn’t want defiance, but they overlooked that the young ones didn’t wish for their lives

controlled by others either.

tried to see it from Presley’s perspective, some

help but offer an overall

the ty faded, and the matter naturally

—

babies, Chloe’s biological clock had also readjusted itself along

half-past seven each morning, the babies woke like clockwork. She’d get up at seven

baby bottles, and mix the

wash, she filled the bottles with hot water and, out

turned chilly. Outside the manor, the rows of ginkgo trees had turned a

even without a breeze. Overnight, the ground

the manor’s entrance, a solitary figure stood

trench coat, hands in pockets, gazing towards the manor

months ago, not a day had passed

happened back then? Two such