The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1876

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

his expression, she instantly regretted

try.” His response was terse, his passion

This was going

—

banquet was a

called, each eager to

lead to chaos, but

gave

the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to

children’s care fell

…

three in the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the

gentle rays.

had softened over the months of caring for the twins, no

will probably want to get involved in the celebration. What

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

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

and he really doesn’t have much

comfortable position, hugging his bottle

gazed out the window before turning back with a

think of anything

heard about Presley’s frequent visits

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

to be chased away

was terrible in Chloe’s mind,

on his

make a gesture?”

Chloe

wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his

celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation would

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

you.”

why her mother had brought up such a redundant topic,

have to do with

invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

go of the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so she

support it.

in her chair, her gaze returned to the

banquet is over, are you planning

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

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll get you

kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many sets of

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

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