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.

to decide. We have to respect Little

There’s no point in discussing

further provocation

let it slide, but not when it

She couldn’t begin to imagine what extremes Damon might

tend to his baby. Damon

than having the person who

and not having a legitimate reason to throw

Chloe’s efforts to de-escalate the situation, the conflict simmered down. And so,

party passed without

“You’re the only one who can

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

the party.”

a sheepish smile, acknowledging

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that day, Damon took Chloe

the grandparents were taking good care of the twins, at night, Chloe needed to be there for

soothing cries required her personal touch.

elders to handle everything.

Just half a day apart,

behind them, it meant that the celebrations for Little Sun and Little Moon were

approaching.

focus to the upcoming celebrations, leaving

to the children most of the

babies were well-behaved. Little Sun was quiet, his eyes

attention. Occasionally, when he

movements intensely.

herself with laundry or tidying up, darting in and out of the bathroom, she’d

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

them with kisses,

was more expressive. Whether she

If Chloe took too long to soothe her, Little Sun would join

attention to Little Moon. To keep both babies

was ensuring Little Moon stopped crying. Her brother would naturally

Little Moon close, eyeing Little Sun scrutinizingly.

her beside Little Sun in the crib, side by

Sun was almost always a bundle of joy, tilting his head to look at his baby sister,

her clothes, and other times he would miraculously catch

he’d happily kick his little

couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his lips.

my daughter’s got herself a protector

observations, Damon was confident in his son’s affection for his

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the hospital,

office for help.

a break and

at first, had let him off the hook. After

from the get-go.

he knew what it was like. It was normal to want to be by his wife’s

already scheduled for the morning. So, by the

office two hours

and Elizabeth had discussed plans for the babies’ celebration party before

the little

both babies were well-behaved, holding them all

her shoulders and advised, “The

tub? I’ll call

rubdown.”

bath, no

Elizabeth didn’t respond.