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

change in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea.

response was terse,

bit her lip. This was

banquet was a hive of

employee called, each eager

too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon

she gave

the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

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

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

gentle rays.

had softened over the months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure she

will probably want to get involved in the celebration. What

If he insists on coming, I can’t stop

grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably

he really doesn’t

comfortable position,

supporting with one hand, gazed out the window

think of

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

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

only to be chased

mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed to

spoken on his

least make a

Chloe

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

is his right, and an

the day, Alyssa will probably

you.”

mother had brought up such a redundant topic,

have to do with

come of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

Little Sun still too

support it.

chair, her gaze returned

the celebration banquet is over, are you

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

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not

kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close to

been baby-watching for

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

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