The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1876

In the dimly lit study, the air was thick with tension.

Chloe, fresh from a soak in the tub, was once again drenched in sweat. Caught by a man starved for months, she knew the outcome would be memorizing.

Whenever she hesitated to compromise, she worried that Damon would strain her physically. The pain of childbirth had scarred her heart, and the stitches that followed haunted her with every pull and twinge, making it an indelible memory.

She was, in truth, frightened of that pain. Thus, it had become a no-go zone, both physically and psychologically. But she couldn’t let her fear stop him forever.

It had indeed been too long.

At first, she was too shy to let him touch her because of her insecurity about her body, but as time dragged on, she worried that he would only grow more fierce. And so, she had steeled herself for this encounter.d2

Thankfully, the anticipated pain never came.

Damon was relentless. Cradled in his arms, utterly spent, Chloe’s voice was a mere whisper, fragmented almost beyond coherence, “Enough… it’s… time for… dinner.”

Damon, seemingly deaf to her plea, scooped her up and carried her back to the desk, where he pressed the intercom button.

The phone was quickly answered.

“Hello.”

“Dinner is postponed by thirty minutes.”

“Alright.”

The maid hesitated before complying, then swiftly relayed the message to the kitchen.

Chloe cursed inwardly, regretting letting his desire build for so long. “The babies will probably start fussing soon.”

“There are plenty of people to tend to them.”

“But…”

“No excuses, you’re mine right now.”

He’d stressed this point many times, and she never took him seriously. Today was a lesson in action.

Resigned to her fate, Chloe clung to Damon’s shoulders, pressing her body against his, murmuring softly, “Be gentle.”

His grip tightened at her words.

Noticing the sudden change in his expression, she instantly regretted her plea. “Don’t go too hard please.”

“I’ll try.” His response was terse, his passion unleashed.

Chloe bit her lip. This was going to be intense.

—

The celebration banquet was a hive of activity.

Employee after employee called, each eager to attend the twins’ celebration.

Chloe was initially hesitant, fearing too many guests would lead to chaos, but once Damon said he’d handle the arrangements, she gave her consent.

Elizabeth, ever the worrier, wanted the twins’ celebration to be grand and had spent days overseeing the plans. Naturally, the children’s care fell mostly on Yasmine and Chloe.

…

the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed

warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them

caring for the twins,

to get involved in the celebration. What are your

“He’s their great-grandfather. If he

probably won’t cause any trouble. I’ve thought it through for him, and he really doesn’t have

a comfortable position, hugging

with one hand, gazed out the window before

think of

heard about Presley’s frequent visits to see the children. But until her discharge, Alyssa had barred him from so much as holding them. He could only look

on this issue, Yasmine seemed to have inadvertently spoken on his

make a gesture?”

Chloe

eyes, attending his great-grandchildren’s celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation

him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know

that was the reason. But what did

would come of his own

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small

her chair, her gaze returned to

is over, are you planning to

faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased.

not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll get you

deepened. “Fine, kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

want to be close

does life give

live to see the day when I’d be scorned by my own daughter, let alone

was an independent, strong, and charismatic woman. Decisive and clear-cut in her actions,

the woman standing before me now is evading issues, far from solving them. Is this really the

a burp cloth and stood up, cradling the empty bottles and walking over to the window to look

person could outright buy a patch of

pursed her lips,

the babies’ mouths, she mused, “Do you think I should really sell him a piece of

stood up and joined her by the window, gazing

the arched bridge beside the manor, a fixture in

stop meddling with others. If you think

welcome to see the babies. If it’s

cold glance at her daughter

cribs, looking down at the two

will you miss Grandma if

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

obligingly cooed

laughed heartily, “I know, Grandma’s been so good to

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

live, right? To make her happy, we need to let her find her way back

fixed on her face, giggling and kicking their little limbs, their voices like tiny bells, irresistibly

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