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

in his expression, she instantly regretted

response was

bit her lip. This

banquet was a hive of

called, each eager to attend the

would lead to chaos, but once Damon

gave her

the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent days

children’s care fell mostly

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

the sunlight was warm. Chloe

gentle rays.

had softened over the months of caring for

to get involved in the celebration. What are your

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I can’t

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

for him, and he

a comfortable position, hugging his

hand, gazed out the window before

can’t think

heard about Presley’s frequent visits

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

be chased

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

on his

at least make

Chloe

wouldn’t accept such

his right, and an invitation

don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how

you.”

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

do with her, the

of his own accord, so why bother with such a

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

find her Little Sun still too small

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned to

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

her expression growing displeased.

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll get you another

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

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

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

to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids

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