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 her

sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted her

response was terse, his

lip. This was

banquet was

eager to attend the twins’

initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos,

gave her

twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent

the children’s care fell

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

warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them

gentle rays.

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

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

If he insists on coming, I

of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He

through for him, and he really doesn’t have much to

Sun found a comfortable

one hand, gazed out the window before

think of

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

them. He could only look

to be chased away

terrible in Chloe’s mind,

on

at least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe

“With his personality, he wouldn’t accept

celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation would be

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

you.”

had wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant

to do

his own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned to the

celebration banquet is over, are

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

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not enough, I’ll get

frown deepened. “Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

be

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

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

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