The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

With a crack, the glass in Damon’s grip shattered into shards. Morrison quickly shifted to the side, clutching his child

protectively. The way he shielded his child’s eyes was the very picture of paternal instinct.

Chloe and Rose snapped to attention, glancing over just in time to see Damon toss the remains of the glass onto

the floor, his icy gaze fixed on Morrison, an intimidating aura emanating from him.

It was clear to anyone watching that if no one intervened, a full-blown war was about to erupt.

The two women hastened over, each slipping an arm through their husband’s. “What’s going on?”

Handing the child over to Rose with a nonchalant expression, Morrison said, “Just told him a hard truth, and the

man can’t handle reality. He’s not exactly resilient.”

As Damon’s face grew even darker, Rose pulled Morrison back a little, worry lacing her words, “What exactly did

you say to him?”d2

“I told him that his daughter might one day call me ‘Dad’, and that set him off.”

Rose was puzzled. “But Little Moon’s going to be part of our family one day, right? What you said isn’t wrong. Are

you sure that’s all you told him?”

Morrison nodded candidly, “Of course, what else would I talk to him about?”

Chloe believed Morrison without a doubt. Damon had been against this from the start. In the three months since

the babies were born, she could tell, Damon favored Little Moon immensely.

He wouldn’t agree to her marrying someone even before she was born. Now, this issue had become one of his

untouchable red lines.

Morrison’s words, and Damon’s reaction, were no surprise to her.

Clutching Damon tightly, Chloe tried to reason with him, “Damon, he’s just joking. You never know who our

daughter will like in the future. Why are you getting so worked up over this?”

Damon’s expression remained stormy. “No one is worthy of my daughter’s affection.”

Chloe was at her wit’s end.

“How sad for Little Moon then? Who doesn’t want to experience a sweet romance? You won’t let her date or even

let someone marry her? Aren’t you afraid she’ll be labeled an old maid if you do that? This isn’t up to you. It’s up to

Little Moon.” Rose couldn’t help but chime in, frustrated with trying to get through to this man.

Damon’s face grew colder at the mention of his daughter being unwanted or referred to as an old maid. He’d like

to see who would dare say that.

Chloe was in full agreement with Rose. How could her daughter possibly become an old maid? She, of course,

wished for her daughter to find her own true happiness. Just like she had.

us to decide. We have to respect Little Moon’s wishes, and

no point

that any further

anything else, she might have let it slide, but not when it came to Little Moon, Damon’s

girl. She couldn’t begin to imagine what extremes Damon might go to

off to tend to his baby. Damon pursed his lips, deprived of an

having the person who deserved a punch standing right in

having a legitimate reason to throw

de-escalate the situation, the conflict simmered down. And so, the celebration of

celebration party

Rose turned to Chloe, and took a deep breath, “You’re the

life out of me. If it weren’t for you, I’d be worried he’d have started

the party.”

sheepish smile, acknowledging

—

day, Damon took Chloe

taking good care of the twins, at night, Chloe needed to

cries required her personal touch. She couldn’t

elders to handle everything.

Just half a day apart, and she

that the celebrations for Little Sun and Little

approaching.

and Yasmine had shifted their focus to

tend to the children most of

his eyes often fixed on the ceiling or

would catch his attention. Occasionally, when

movements intensely.

as Chloe busied herself with laundry or tidying up, darting in and out

them. The little guy would kick his limbs happily and coo with delight at the sight of her. Little Moon

smother them

expressive. Whether she was hungry, thirsty, or

to soothe her,

of the reasons Damon paid extra attention to

Moon stopped crying. Her brother would naturally quiet down if she

close, eyeing Little Sun scrutinizingly. Then, once

Sun in the crib, side

always a bundle of joy, tilting his head to look at his baby sister, flapping his

and other times he would miraculously

fingers. Then he’d happily kick his little legs

this, he couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his lips. “That’s my

daughter’s got herself a protector for

was confident in his son’s affection for

—

first week Chloe was discharged from the hospital,

office for help.

a break and spend time with his wife and

although a bit annoyed at first, had let him off the hook. After all, he

from the get-go.

was normal to want to be by his wife’s side

already scheduled for the morning.

the office two hours early,

Elizabeth had discussed plans for the babies’ celebration party before

to play with the little ones in the

well-behaved, holding them

Elizabeth left, she noticed Chloe unconsciously rubbing her shoulders and advised,

in the tub? I’ll

rubdown.”

bath, no need for a

Elizabeth didn’t respond.