The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1876

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 her

expression, she instantly regretted her

His response was terse, his passion

lip. This was going to

—

was a hive of

each eager

many guests would lead to chaos, but

gave her

the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to

fell mostly on Yasmine and

…

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

was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the

probably want to get involved in the

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he

milk from her grand-daughter’s

for him, and he really doesn’t have much

a comfortable

supporting with one hand, gazed out the window before turning back with

can’t think of

her hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits

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

to be chased

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

on his

you at least make

Chloe

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

his right, and an invitation

smirked, “Right, then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

such a

have to do with her,

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

her Little Sun still too small to hold it,

support it.

in her chair, her gaze returned to

is over, are you planning to

faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What,

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not enough,

kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close

“You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred

want to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as a

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