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 at her

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

was terse, his

lip. This was going

—

banquet was a hive

each eager to attend

guests would lead to chaos, but

she gave

twins’ celebration to be

children’s care fell mostly

…

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

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

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for

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

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

of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t cause any trouble.

it through for him, and he

found a comfortable position, hugging his

supporting with one hand, gazed out the

can’t think of

frequent

him from so much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance,

only to be chased away by

Chloe’s mind, but

spoken on

least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

his right, and an invitation

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

you.”

wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant

have to do with

yet he would come of his own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to

the celebration banquet is over, are

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

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

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

kick me out if I’m

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be

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