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

the sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t

was

lip. This was going to be

celebration banquet was

each eager to attend

lead to chaos, but once Damon

gave

ever the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand

care fell mostly on Yasmine and

Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula

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

gentle rays.

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

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

he

wiped a dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t cause any

he really doesn’t have much

Sun found a comfortable position,

out the window before turning back with

think of

frequent visits to see the

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

only to be

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

on

least make a gesture?”

Chloe replied

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

banquet is his right, and an invitation

don’t insult him. On the day,

you.”

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

have to do

his own accord, so why bother with

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so she continued

support it.

her chair, her gaze returned to

banquet is over, are

as she 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

kick me out if I’m

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close to

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

to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as a

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