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

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

try.” His response was terse, his

bit her lip. This was

celebration banquet was a

after employee called, each eager to

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

she gave her

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

children’s care fell

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

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

gentle rays.

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

want to get involved in the

great-grandfather. If he

grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t cause

for him, and he really

found a comfortable position, hugging

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

can’t think

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

them. He could only look on

be

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

spoken on

you at least make

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

his right, and an invitation would

the day, Alyssa

you.”

such a redundant topic, so that was

have to do with her, the

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze

celebration banquet is over,

Chloe, her expression growing displeased.

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not enough, I’ll

“Fine, kick me

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close

her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been

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

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