The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Damon raised an eyebrow at her, those puppy-dog eyes almost too pitiful to bear. And he felt a twinge of annoyance stirring within him.

Sure, she’d begged him before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. And now, here she was, acting like this for the kids, stitches fresh and all, but still laying it on thick.

Not cool.

“Damon,..”

Here we go again.

Damon couldn’t take it, not really. Lips pursed, he glanced at the nurse standing by. The nurse, with a knowing smile, nodded and slipped out of the room.d2

Chloe’s face lit up with anticipation. She grabbed Damon’s hand, barely able to contain herself, “Do the babies look like you, or is there a little of me in them?”

Damon sat back down, silent for a heartbeat, before saying, “The doc says they’re beautiful, so they’ve gotta take after you.”

Chloe blinked, peering intently at him for a long moment.

Damon turned to grab a cup of water from the insulated jug on the nightstand.

“You don’t think they all look like me, do you? Damon, you didn’t…”

“Water?” Damon cut her off, taking a sip from the cup.

Chloe paused, shook her head slightly, but then his hand cupped her chin, and his lips were upon hers.

Water flowed gently from his mouth into hers. She startled, but resigned to swallow the water bit by bit. After the last drop, Damon lingered, savouring a deep kiss, reluctant to part.

Chloe’s cheeks, still a bit pale, flushed with the warmth of his affection.

As the kiss ended, Damon rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “Thank you.”

Chloe’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Nothing beats the joy of having them.”

Damon nipped at her lips, a clear sign of his pouty jealousy. Chloe winced softly, her internal alarms ringing faintly.

“You’re mine.” His voice was low and possessive, laced with a hint of threat and vulnerability.

Chloe felt a swell of sweetness. She could sense his every subtle shift in emotion, and she nodded gently. “I know.”

Damon, caught off guard by her response, allowed a smile to touch his eyebrows. But then Chloe added, “The babies are yours, and so am I. So I should love you all together, right?”

The smile that had just begun to form on Damon’s face quickly vanished.

Just then, there was a stir outside the door. Chloe spun around, eyes darting to the entrance, as she pushed Damon aside.

Elizabeth and Yasmine, each cradling a newborn, walked in, their faces aglow with joy.

Yasmine’s smile was broader than any Chloe could remember.

to get up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that

her arms, her lips

baby in her arms and then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your son. See, doesn’t he look just

there in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance

does.” Her voice quivered with

moved by the moment, felt her nose

placed her baby next to

here’s your daughter. Look at

faces before her, her eyes

to mommy’s world,

by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out from the

hard to believe that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of the two. The impression was that both babies

little hand was

cause harm. After a tender kiss,

How wonderful…

baby girl beside him began to fuss,

comforted her, and the

new lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound bond shared by Chloe and her infants was undeniable, serving as a ceaseless source of awe and

lips, before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you going

a mix of accusation and disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe, but you

yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made that remark about them being beautiful and therefore

little he knew himself, to think that the kids couldn’t possibly look

blankets in which twin infants were cozily wrapped. As for the infants’ faces, he hadn’t really

into a smirk as she scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the

you go, hold

them. The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled, and everyone

gazing

surprised. Newborns usually couldn’t focus on anything for a few

Hesitant at first, he took the

him, her smile deepening. Even the most capable men

a lot of new tricks to learn from here on out,” she offered, trying to cushion the

Those dark little eyes were “staring” at him, devoid

boasted that his kid was cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was

he spoke up, “Are we sure this is the

room fell silent for a

tears, chided, “What are you talking about, you little brat?! He’s the spitting image

a look, “This

in years? He seriously doubted the flattery

exasperated, retorted, “What do you know? He’s just been born. Give it a few days, he’ll perk up. Everyone says he looks just

“I am complaining

and Damon instinctively held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly, the

up, his

into tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of his