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 at

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

His response was terse,

bit her lip. This

was a hive

each eager to attend the twins’

too many guests would lead

she gave

worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to

the children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two

warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

for the

to get involved in the celebration. What are your

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I can’t stop

wiped a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t

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

comfortable position,

gazed out the window before turning

think of

heard about Presley’s frequent visits to

He could only look on

be

terrible in Chloe’s mind,

spoken on

make

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

banquet is his right, and an invitation would be an

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

you.”

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

have to do

he would come of his own accord, so why bother

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so she continued

support it.

her

is over, are

she faced Chloe, her expression growing

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

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

me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

be

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

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

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