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.

was terse, his passion

bit her lip. This

banquet was

each eager to attend the

would lead to chaos, but once Damon said he’d

gave her

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

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine

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

warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking

gentle rays.

for

involved in the celebration. What are

If he insists on

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, hugging

hand, gazed out the window

can’t think of anything

Presley’s frequent visits to see the children.

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

only to be chased

in Chloe’s mind, but

spoken on his

you at least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe

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

banquet is his right, and

then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa

you.”

up such a redundant topic, so that was the

do with her,

invite, yet he would come of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

Little Sun still too small

support it.

in her chair, her gaze

celebration banquet is over,

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

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

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

me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

been baby-watching for a

does life give you? You sure you don’t want to

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