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

sudden change in his expression, she instantly

His response was

bit her lip. This was

banquet was a hive

eager to

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

gave

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

children’s care fell

Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula

weather had cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

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

get involved in the celebration. What are your

he

milk from her grand-daughter’s

it through for him, and he really

comfortable

out the window before turning back with a small

think of

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

so much as holding them. He

to be chased away

mind, but on this issue,

on

at least make a gesture?”

Chloe replied

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

his right, and

don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

had wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant

have to do

invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so why bother with

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

her Little Sun still

support it.

her gaze returned

over, are you planning to

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

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not enough,

“Fine, kick me out if I’m in the

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close

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

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

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