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

she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too

try.” His response was terse, his passion

her lip. This was going to be

celebration banquet was

called, each eager to

fearing too many guests would lead to chaos,

she gave

to be grand and had spent days overseeing

the children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two

sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

the months of caring for the twins, no longer the

want to get involved in the

their great-grandfather. If he

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

he really doesn’t have

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

with one hand, gazed out the window before turning

think of anything

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

him from so much as holding them. He could

be chased away

mind, but on

on his

make a

invitation?” Chloe

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

banquet is his right, and an invitation

On the day, Alyssa will probably

you.”

such a redundant

to do

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned to

over, are

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

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not enough,

deepened. “Fine, kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close to

her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a

you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own

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