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 at her

the sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted her

try.” His response was

lip. This was going to be

—

celebration banquet was

eager to attend

initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to

she gave

wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had

the children’s care fell mostly

…

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

weather had cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the

gentle rays.

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

probably want to get involved in the celebration. What

“He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I can’t

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

and he

found a comfortable position,

gazed out the window before turning back with

can’t think of anything

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

much as holding them. He

to be chased away

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

spoken on

least make

Chloe

he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In

celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation would

don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’ him

you.”

why her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that

do with her, the

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to

support it.

her chair, her

banquet is over, are you planning to

faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

have your own property, and if that’s not enough,

frown deepened. “Fine, kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to my

a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a

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