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

was terse, his passion

This was going

banquet was a hive

each eager to

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

she gave her

the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to

the children’s care fell mostly

Chloe’s bedroom with two

but the sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

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

in the celebration. What are your

their great-grandfather. If he

grand-daughter’s mouth.

it through for him, and he

Sun found a comfortable

out the

think

about Presley’s frequent visits to see the

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

be chased away

mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed

on his

at least make a

invitation?” Chloe replied

he wouldn’t accept

his right, and an invitation would be an

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

you.”

such a redundant topic, so that was the

have to do with her,

wouldn’t invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so

support it.

her gaze

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not

kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

“You’ve been baby-watching

life give you? You sure you don’t want to

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