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

the sudden change in his expression, she instantly

His response was

bit her lip. This

was a

each eager

many guests would lead to

she gave

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

care fell mostly

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

was warm. Chloe placed

gentle rays.

months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy

will probably want to get involved in the celebration. What are

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

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

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

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his

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

think of anything

since her hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until her

so much as holding them. He could

to be chased away by

Chloe’s mind, but on

on

make a

Chloe replied

accept such courtesy. In his

and an

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

you.”

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

to do with

own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

her chair, her gaze

is over, are you planning

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

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

your own property, and if that’s

“Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be

curled her lips into 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

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