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 her

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

His response was terse, his

her lip. This was going to

—

banquet was a

each eager to

initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once

gave

worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be

children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and

…

bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed

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

gentle rays.

of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure

involved in the celebration. What are your thoughts?” Yasmine asked

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

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

him, and he really doesn’t have

a comfortable position, hugging

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

can’t think of

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

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

only to be

terrible in Chloe’s mind,

on

you at least make a gesture?”

Chloe replied

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

celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation

him. On the day, Alyssa

you.”

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

have to do with her,

his own accord, so why bother with such a thankless

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it,

support it.

chair, her gaze

celebration banquet is over, are you

faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of

your place?”

not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not

“Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close to my

smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred

you? You sure you don’t want to tend to