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.”

grip tightened at

instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go

was terse, his passion

lip. This was

celebration banquet was a

employee called, each eager to attend the

hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos,

gave her

worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the

gentle rays.

months of caring for the twins, no

want to get involved in the

great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I

a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s

it through for him, and he really

comfortable position, hugging

hand, gazed out the

think

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

had barred him from so much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance, getting close now

be chased

in Chloe’s mind,

on his

least make

invitation?” Chloe replied

accept

celebration banquet is his right, and an

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

you.”

such a redundant topic, so that was

to do with her,

invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

letting go of the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to

support it.

chair, her gaze returned to the

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

faced Chloe, her expression growing

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s

kick me out if I’m in the

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

curled her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for

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

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