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.

brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance

looked back at the baby in her arms, her lips curving into a smile as

and then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your son. See,

joy. She

He does.” Her voice quivered

moment, felt her nose tingle, “He has

her baby next

your daughter. Look at those eyes, she’s

the two tiny faces before her, her eyes darting

world,

if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands

to believe that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of the two.

was more profound than any strength it could

cause harm. After a tender kiss, she noticed

How wonderful…

to fuss,

comforted her, and the baby soon settled

lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound bond shared by

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 haven’t even glanced at your own son

the babies yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t

he knew himself, to think that the kids couldn’t possibly look like him because they were

which twin infants were cozily wrapped. As for the infants’ faces, he

scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the bed, handed him over to

you go, hold your

unflappable

gazing right at

focus on anything for a few days, yet this little guy seemed to

of how to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the

her smile deepening. Even

tricks to learn from here on out,”

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

this baby, well, there was really not a whole lot of difference between this little

formed between his brows as he spoke up, “Are we sure this is

for a beat before

“What are you talking about,

“This is what you call

this hospital in years? He

He’s just been born. Give it a few days, he’ll perk up.

deadpanned, “I am complaining

stirred, and Damon instinctively held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying. Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist connected

up, his expression

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