The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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 at her

expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too hard

His response was

bit her lip. This was going to be

—

celebration banquet was a hive of

called, each eager to attend the

fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon

she gave

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

fell mostly on Yasmine

…

Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula

Chloe placed the babies

gentle rays.

demeanor had softened over the months of caring for

the celebration. What are your thoughts?” Yasmine asked

he insists on coming, I

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

him, and he really doesn’t have much

comfortable position, hugging

out the window before turning back with a

think

about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children.

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

only to be chased away by

reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed

on his

you at least make

invitation?” Chloe

continued, “With his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In

his right, and an invitation

him. On the day, Alyssa will probably

you.”

had wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the

to do

come of his own accord, so why bother with such a thankless

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

chair, her gaze returned to

over, are you planning

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

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

your own property, and if that’s not enough,

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

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be

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

want to tend to your own life? Using