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

she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t

response was terse, his

her lip. This was going

—

banquet was a

each eager to attend the twins’

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

she gave her

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

the children’s care fell mostly

…

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed

had cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the

involved in the celebration.

he insists on

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

he really doesn’t have much to

comfortable position, hugging his bottle

gazed out the window before

think of

about Presley’s frequent visits

had barred him from so much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance, getting close now

to be chased away by

mind, but on

spoken on his

make a

invitation?” Chloe replied

he wouldn’t accept

his right, and

smirked, “Right, then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

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

have to do

of his own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

find her Little Sun still too small

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to

banquet is over, are you planning

expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me staying

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s not enough,

“Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to my

been baby-watching for a hundred days. How

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

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