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

his expression, she instantly regretted

was terse, his

lip. This was going

—

celebration banquet was a hive of

called, each eager

many guests would lead to chaos, but

she gave

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

fell mostly on

…

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

cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window,

gentle rays.

caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure she

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

unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I

dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably

he really

Sun found a comfortable position, hugging

gazed out the window before turning back with a

can’t think

Presley’s frequent visits to see the children.

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

to be chased away

reputation was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue,

spoken on his

you at least make a

invitation?” Chloe replied

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

is his right, and an invitation

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

you.”

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

have to do with her,

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

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

the bottle, only to find her Little Sun

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to the

the celebration banquet is over, are you

expression

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

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

kick me out if I’m in the

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close

been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many

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