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

instantly

response was terse,

lip. This

was

after employee called, each eager to

was initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead

she gave

to be grand and had spent days overseeing

fell mostly

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

the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the

gentle rays.

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

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

he insists on coming, I can’t

of milk from her grand-daughter’s

him, and he really doesn’t have

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging his

one hand, gazed out the window before

can’t think

heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the

as holding them. He could only look on from a

only to be

Chloe’s mind,

spoken on

you at least make a gesture?” Yasmine

Chloe

personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his

right, and

the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’

you.”

her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But what

to do with her,

wouldn’t invite, yet he would come of his own

“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 so she continued

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned

the celebration banquet is over,

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

your place?”

not long

Yasmine glared at her.

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

me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to

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

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

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