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

instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too

try.” His response was terse, his

This

was a

called, each eager to attend the twins’

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

she gave

to

fell mostly on Yasmine

three in the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed

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

gentle rays.

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

the celebration.

great-grandfather. If he insists

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

it through for him, and he really

found a comfortable position, hugging

hand, gazed out the window before turning back with a small

can’t think of anything

stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until her

holding them. He

to be

in Chloe’s mind, but

on his

at least make

invitation?” Chloe replied

his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy.

is his right, and an invitation would be

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

you.”

a

do with her, the

own accord, so

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

tested letting go of the bottle, only to find her Little

support it.

her gaze

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning to

faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not

“Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

be

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

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

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