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

the sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t

try.” His response was

lip. This

was a hive

eager to attend

initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos,

she gave

the twins’ celebration to be grand

children’s care fell mostly

bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed the

but the sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

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

in the celebration. What are your thoughts?” Yasmine asked

he

wiped a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth.

for him, and he

Sun found a comfortable

one hand, gazed out the window before turning back with a

can’t think of anything

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

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

only to be

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

on

at least make

Chloe

wouldn’t accept such

his right, and an invitation would be an

day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

had brought up such a redundant topic, so

to do with her,

of his own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

Little Sun still too small to hold it, and

support it.

her gaze

the celebration banquet is over, are you

as she faced Chloe, her expression growing

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

have your own property, and if that’s not

“Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be

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

days does life give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own life? Using your

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