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 her plea.

was

lip. This was

celebration banquet was

eager to attend the

too many guests would lead

gave

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

care fell mostly

afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles

was warm. Chloe placed

gentle rays.

over the months of caring for the

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

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he

her grand-daughter’s mouth.

it through for him, and he really doesn’t have

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his

supporting with one hand, gazed out the window

think of

about Presley’s frequent visits

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

only to be chased

was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on

spoken on his

least make

Chloe

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

his right, and

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

you.”

had brought up such a redundant topic, so that

to do with her, the

he would come of his own accord, so

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it,

support it.

chair, her gaze returned to the

banquet is over, are

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

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll

“Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be

her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been

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

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