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

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

try.” His response was

lip. This was going

celebration banquet was a

eager

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

gave her

worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to

the children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

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

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

gentle rays.

for the twins, no longer

in the celebration.

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

her grand-daughter’s

for him, and he

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his

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

think

she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But

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

only to be chased away

great-grandfather’s reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on

on

least make

invitation?” Chloe

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

his right, and an invitation would be

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

you.”

mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the

do with her, the

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

to find her Little Sun

support it.

her gaze returned to

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning to

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

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not enough, I’ll

kick me out if I’m

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close

been baby-watching for a hundred days. How

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

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