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

his expression, she instantly

response was terse,

her lip. This was going to be

banquet was a

eager to

was initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon said

gave her

ever the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be

fell mostly

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

Chloe

gentle rays.

caring for the

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

he insists on coming,

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

for him, and he

comfortable position,

out the window before turning back with

can’t think of anything

she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until

so much as holding them. He could only look

be chased

was terrible in Chloe’s mind,

spoken on

make a

Chloe

accept such courtesy. In his eyes, attending his

his right, and an

day, Alyssa will probably know

you.”

a redundant topic,

do with her,

his own accord, so why bother with such a thankless

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned

is over, are

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

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s not enough, I’ll

kick me out

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to my

been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many sets of

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

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