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

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

try.” His response was terse,

lip. This was going to

celebration banquet was a

called, each eager to attend the twins’

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

gave her

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

children’s care fell mostly

three in the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed the little

had cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure she once

to get involved in the celebration.

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

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

through for him, and he really doesn’t have much to

a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

out the window before turning back with

think of anything

Presley’s frequent visits to see

as holding them. He could only look on from

only to be chased

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

spoken on his

least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe

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

and

the day, Alyssa will

you.”

brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But what

do with her, the

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

Little Sun

support it.

her

banquet is over, are you planning

expression

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s

deepened. “Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to

been

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

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