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

in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t

was terse,

This was

—

was a hive

employee called, each eager to

lead to chaos, but

she gave her

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

the children’s care fell

…

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

Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them

gentle rays.

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

in the celebration. What are your

remained unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I

a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t

for him, and he really doesn’t have much to

comfortable position, hugging

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

can’t think of anything

stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the

much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance,

only to be chased

Chloe’s mind, but on this issue,

spoken on his

least make a gesture?”

invitation?” Chloe replied

personality, he wouldn’t accept such

right, and an invitation would

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

you.”

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

have to do

own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to the

banquet is over, are

expression growing displeased. “What, you’re

your place?”

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 my

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

you don’t want to tend to your own