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.

“Rose is right. These things aren’t for us to decide. We have to respect Little Moon’s wishes, and that’s still decades away. There’s no point in discussing this now.”

She tried to console him, knowing that any further provocation might truly spark a confrontation right there.

If it had been about anything else, she might have let it slide, but not when it came to Little Moon, Damon’s most cherished little girl. She couldn’t begin to imagine what extremes Damon might go to for his precious child.

Morrison, he had already gone off to tend to his baby. Damon pursed his lips, deprived of an outlet for his frustration. Nothing was more infuriating than having the person who deserved a punch standing right in front of you, and not having a legitimate reason to throw it.

Thanks to Chloe’s efforts to de-escalate the situation, the conflict simmered down. And so, the celebration of little Colt Witt’s celebration party passed without further incident.

Afterward, Rose turned to Chloe, and took a deep breath, “You’re the only one who can handle him, Chloe. It really scared the life out of me. If it weren’t for you, I’d be worried he’d have started a brawl right there in the middle of the party.”

Chloe offered a sheepish smile, acknowledging the truth in Rose’s words.

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By the end of that day, Damon took Chloe back home.

the twins, at night, Chloe needed to be there for

soothing cries required her personal touch. She couldn’t expect the elders to

dreadfully. Just half a day apart, and she was already feeling the

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

the upcoming celebrations, leaving Chloe and Damon to tend to the

was quiet, his eyes often fixed on the ceiling or tracking some fascinating object before another would catch his attention. Occasionally, when he caught sight of Chloe, he’d

busied herself with laundry or tidying up, darting in and out of the bathroom, she’d glance back at them. The little guy would kick his limbs happily and coo with delight at the sight of her. Little Moon was

thirsty, or just inexplicably upset, she’d cry

keep both babies calm and content, the key was ensuring

Then, once Little Moon

sister, flapping his hands excitedly. Sometimes he would manage to grasp her clothes, and other times he would miraculously catch one of his sister’s

couldn’t help but let a smile spread across his lips. “That’s my boy,” he thought. “Looks like

several such observations, Damon was confident in his son’s

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hospital, Nathan immediately begged Damon to come to the office for

could finally take a break and spend time with his

had let him off the hook. After

it was like. It was normal to want

by the afternoon, he was free to leave the office two hours

babies’ celebration party before

holding them all

noticed Chloe unconsciously rubbing her shoulders and advised, “The babies are fine with us. Why don’t you take this time

a bath, no

Elizabeth didn’t respond.

to the bathroom to run a bath, and while

was turning cooler and the days shorter. By the time Damon came home early from work, dusk

her hair, reached for the body lotion. Unwrapping her robe, she began to

time to catch Chloe in the act, her long, lean leg

flushed with embarrassment. “You

behind him as

but her slender,

she seemed to have recovered quite well. Even though her body was already impressive before, with

mood was off. Hastily tying her robe, she muttered, “I’ll go

stop her. Instead, he sat on the

but turned around. Damon removed his suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch before sitting

him cautiously, “Is

head away, not

moment, then left the room.

checked on the nursery. The babies

catch a cold? The babies still need to have breast milk at

approached the babies. “I’m not

I’ve called the masseuse, and they’ll

fine. I have some other stuff

“Something important?”

“Yeah.”

say more, but Yasmine

Elizabeth’s understanding nod, she played with Little Sun and

deep breath, she returned to her room to find that the suddenly