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 her

instantly regretted her plea.

try.” His response was terse, his

lip. This was going

was a hive of

after employee called, each eager to

too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon said he’d

she gave

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

children’s care fell

Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to

sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the

gentle rays.

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

probably want to get involved in the celebration. What are your thoughts?” Yasmine asked

their great-grandfather. If he insists on

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

through for him, and he really doesn’t

found a comfortable position, hugging

with one hand, gazed out the window before turning back with a small

can’t think of

Presley’s frequent

them. He could only look

be chased

in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed to

spoken on his

least make a

Chloe

personality, he wouldn’t accept such

right, and an

On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’

you.”

why her mother had brought up such a

do with

yet he would come of his own accord, so why bother with such a thankless

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

to find her Little Sun still too small to

support it.

in her chair, her gaze returned

over, are you planning

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

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not enough, I’ll get

“Fine, kick me

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close to

“You’ve been baby-watching for

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

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