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 her

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

was terse, his passion

lip. This was going to be

was a

called, each eager to attend the twins’

fearing too many guests would lead to chaos,

she gave her

to be grand and had spent days overseeing the

children’s care fell mostly on

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed

warm. Chloe placed the babies by the

gentle rays.

softened over the months of caring for the twins, no

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

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

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

it through for him, and he

a comfortable position, hugging

the window before turning back with

can’t think

her hospital stay, she’d heard about Presley’s frequent visits to

them. He could only look

to be chased away

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

on

you at least make a gesture?”

invitation?” Chloe

he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his

celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation would be an

On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’ him

you.”

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

do

yet 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

support it.

chair, her gaze returned

celebration banquet is over, are you planning to

Chloe, her expression

your place?”

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

and if that’s not enough, I’ll get you

“Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be

been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many

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

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