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.

struggle to get up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a

back at the baby in her arms, her lips curving into

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

brimming with tears of joy. She recognized the resemblance instantly,

He does.” Her voice quivered with

moment, felt her nose tingle, “He has

baby next to the

your daughter. Look at those

nodded, gazing adoringly at the two tiny faces before her,

to mommy’s world, my

opened his eyes, and as if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed, reaching out from the swaddling and

mischievous little guy was the smaller

little hand was more profound

afraid even a single finger could cause harm. After a tender kiss,

How wonderful…

began to fuss, her little hands

and the

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

looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you going to look

mix of accusation and disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe, but you haven’t even glanced at your own son and daughter since they were

guessed right. He hadn’t seen the babies yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made

he knew himself, to think that the kids

over Chloe’s form, skimming past the bundled-up blankets in which twin infants were

as she scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping

you go, hold your

not lift them. The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled,

on, he’s gazing right

inwardly surprised. Newborns usually couldn’t focus on anything for a few days, yet this little

the baby from Yasmine, cradling him

Even the most capable

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

dark little eyes were “staring” at him, devoid

kid was cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not

he spoke up, “Are we sure this is

a

are you talking about, you little brat?!

“This

to grace this hospital in years? He seriously

it a few days, he’ll perk up. Everyone says he looks just like you did, and you’re still complaining? Who are

deadpanned, “I am complaining about

the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist

up, his expression

“revenge” insufficient, the baby burst into tears. Damon, flustered and unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of