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

change in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea.

His response was terse, his

bit her lip. This was

was a

after employee called, each eager to attend

fearing too many guests would lead

gave her

to be grand and had spent

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

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

the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the

gentle rays.

the months of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure

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

their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I

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

him, and he really doesn’t

a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

out the

think

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

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

only to be

in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed to

spoken on

at least make

invitation?” Chloe

“With his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy.

and an invitation would

On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to

you.”

up such a redundant topic,

to do

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

her Little Sun still too

support it.

her gaze returned to the

celebration banquet is over, are

as she faced Chloe, her expression growing

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s not enough, I’ll

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

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to

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

to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as a

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