The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

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 her plea. “Don’t go too hard

response was terse, his

bit her lip. This

—

banquet was a

eager

many guests would lead to chaos, but

gave her

wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent days

children’s care fell

…

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of

the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them in

gentle rays.

months of caring for the twins, no longer the

probably want to get involved in the celebration. What are your thoughts?”

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

dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s

he really doesn’t have

a comfortable position,

with one hand, gazed out the window before turning

can’t think

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

as holding them. He could only look on from a

be

in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue,

spoken on

you at least make a gesture?”

invitation?” Chloe replied

continued, “With his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes, attending his

his right, and an invitation

smirked, “Right, then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’

you.”

had wondered why her mother had brought up such a redundant topic,

do

he would come of his own accord, so why bother

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

tested letting go of the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small

support it.

chair, her gaze

banquet is over, are you planning to

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

your place?”

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

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

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

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to my

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

you don’t want to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as a