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

expression, she instantly regretted

try.” His response was terse, his

lip. This was

celebration banquet was a hive

after employee called, each eager to attend the

lead to chaos, but once Damon

she gave

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

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed

gentle rays.

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

get involved in the celebration. What

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

milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth.

him, and he really doesn’t have

comfortable position, hugging his bottle

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

think of

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

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

to be

Chloe’s mind, but on this

spoken on

least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe

accept such courtesy. In

right, and an invitation

insult him. On the day, Alyssa will

you.”

up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But

to do with her, the

wouldn’t invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so why bother with such a

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

her chair, her gaze

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

she faced Chloe, her expression growing

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s

deepened. “Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to my

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

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

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