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

she instantly regretted her plea.

His response was terse,

This was going

was a hive of

each eager

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

gave her

celebration to be grand and had spent days

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula

sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window,

gentle rays.

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

the celebration. What are

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

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

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

found a comfortable

supporting with one hand, gazed out the window before turning

can’t think of anything

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

barred him from so much as holding them. He could only look

to be chased away

mind, but on this issue, Yasmine

on

make

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

is his right, and

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

you.”

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

to do with her, the

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze

the celebration banquet is over, are you

she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased.

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not

kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

“You’ve been baby-watching for

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

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