The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

In the dimly lit study, the air was thick with tension.

Chloe, fresh from a soak in the tub, was once again drenched in sweat. Caught by a man starved for months, she

knew the outcome would be memorizing.

Whenever she hesitated to compromise, she worried that Damon would strain her physically. The pain of childbirth

had scarred her heart, and the stitches that followed haunted her with every pull and twinge, making it an indelible

memory.

She was, in truth, frightened of that pain. Thus, it had become a no-go zone, both physically and psychologically.

But she couldn’t let her fear stop him forever.

It had indeed been too long.

At first, she was too shy to let him touch her because of her insecurity about her body, but as time dragged on, she

worried that he would only grow more fierce. And so, she had steeled herself for this encounter.d2

Thankfully, the anticipated pain never came.

Damon was relentless. Cradled in his arms, utterly spent, Chloe’s voice was a mere whisper, fragmented almost

beyond coherence, “Enough… it’s… time for… dinner.”

Damon, seemingly deaf to her plea, scooped her up and carried her back to the desk, where he pressed the

intercom button.

The phone was quickly answered.

“Hello.”

“Dinner is postponed by thirty minutes.”

“Alright.”

The maid hesitated before complying, then swiftly relayed the message to the kitchen.

Chloe cursed inwardly, regretting letting his desire build for so long. “The babies will probably start fussing soon.”

“There are plenty of people to tend to them.”

“But…”

“No excuses, you’re mine right now.”

He’d stressed this point many times, and she never took him seriously. Today was a lesson in action.

Resigned to her fate, Chloe clung to Damon’s shoulders, pressing her body against his, murmuring softly, “Be

gentle.”

tightened at

his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too hard

was terse, his

bit her lip. This

—

banquet was a

each eager to attend

lead to chaos, but once Damon said he’d handle

gave her

wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and

care fell mostly on Yasmine

…

in the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles

sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy

probably want to get involved in the celebration. What are your

If he insists on coming, I

a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably

it through for him, and he really doesn’t

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

the window before turning back with a

think of anything

her hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until

as holding them. He could only look on

to be chased away by

great-grandfather’s reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but

on

at least make

invitation?” Chloe replied

continued, “With his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes,

is his right, and an

then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa

you.”

wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But

to do with her,

his own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so

support it.

her gaze returned to the

celebration banquet is over, are you planning

faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll get you

“Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be

curled her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many sets

give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own life? Using