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

his expression, she instantly regretted her plea.

His response was terse, his

her lip. This was going to be

celebration banquet was a

after employee called, each eager to

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

gave her

to be grand and had spent days overseeing the

fell

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

warm. Chloe placed the babies by

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the twins, no longer

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

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he

grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t

for him, and he really

comfortable

out the window before turning back with a small

can’t think of anything

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

much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance,

to be

mind, but on this issue, Yasmine

on

least make

Chloe replied

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

banquet is his right, and an invitation would be

On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to

you.”

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

to do

would come of his own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

support it.

back in her chair, her gaze returned to the

the celebration banquet is over,

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

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

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

kick me out if I’m in the

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to

her lips into a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many sets of

give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your

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