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.”

tightened

she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go

response was terse, his

lip. This was going to

banquet was a hive of

eager to attend the

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

she gave her

to be grand

care fell mostly on

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

the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window,

gentle rays.

for the twins,

involved in the celebration. What are

their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I can’t

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

for him, and he really

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging

hand, gazed out the window before turning

can’t think of

stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits

so much as holding them. He could

be chased

Chloe’s mind, but on this issue,

on

you at least make a

Chloe

personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes,

right, and an

On the day,

you.”

her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that

do

of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

bottle, only to find her Little Sun

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze

over, are

her expression growing displeased.

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s not enough, I’ll

“Fine, kick me out if I’m

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close

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

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

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