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

the sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted

His response was

lip. This was

banquet was a hive

each eager to attend the twins’

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

she gave

the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent

children’s care fell

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

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure

want to get involved in the celebration.

“He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I

dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s

he really

a comfortable

the window

think

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

so much as holding them. He could only look on from

be chased away

great-grandfather’s reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine

on his

at least make a gesture?”

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

is his right, and an invitation

day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But

have to do with her,

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to

is over,

expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not

kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close

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

to tend

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