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

expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go

response was terse, his passion

bit her lip. This was

—

banquet was a hive

eager

many guests would lead

she gave

ever the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent days overseeing the

fell mostly on Yasmine and

…

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

warm. Chloe placed the babies

gentle rays.

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

want to get involved in the celebration. What are your

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

milk from her grand-daughter’s

he really doesn’t have

Sun found a comfortable

hand, gazed out the window before

think of anything

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

so much as holding them. He could only look on from a distance, getting close now

only to be chased

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

on his

at least make a gesture?” Yasmine

Chloe

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

is his right, and an invitation would be an

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

you.”

her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the

do with her,

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.

chair, her gaze returned

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

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

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not

kick me out if I’m in the

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be

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

does life give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as