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

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

His response was terse,

her lip. This was going to

—

celebration banquet was a hive of

after employee called, each eager to

initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon said he’d handle

gave her

twins’ celebration to

fell

…

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

was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them in

gentle rays.

demeanor had softened over the months of caring for the twins,

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

If he insists on coming, I can’t stop

milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably

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

a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

the window before turning back

think of anything

since her hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to

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

only to be chased away

in Chloe’s mind, but on

spoken on his

least make a gesture?”

Chloe replied

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

his right, and an invitation would be an

the day, Alyssa will

you.”

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

to do

come of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned to

banquet is over, are you

faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

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

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

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close

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

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