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.

three in the afternoon, Yasmine entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of

weather had cooled, but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the

demeanor had softened over the months of caring for

want to get involved in the celebration. What are your thoughts?”

their great-grandfather. If he insists on coming, I can’t stop

dribble of milk from her grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t cause any trouble. I’ve thought it through for him, and he really doesn’t have much to

Sun found a comfortable

the window before turning back with a

can’t think of

since her hospital stay, she’d 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 from a distance, getting close now and then, only to be

terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine seemed to have inadvertently spoken on his

least make

invitation?” Chloe

such courtesy. In his eyes, attending his great-grandchildren’s celebration banquet

On the day, Alyssa will probably know how

her mother had brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But what did

yet he would come of his own accord, so why bother

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so she

chair, her gaze returned to the

is over, are

her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

own property, and if that’s not enough,

kick me out if I’m in

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to my

of a hundred days does life give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own

the day when I’d be scorned by my own

charismatic woman. Decisive and

standing before me now is evading issues, far from solving

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

I might start believing that that person could outright buy a patch of my land to settle

lips,

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

and joined her

the arched

“Live your own life and stop meddling with others.

“Of course, you’re always welcome to see the babies. If

cold glance at her daughter before taking the bottles

down at the two happy babies gazing up at

will you miss Grandma if she

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

obligingly cooed in

know, Grandma’s been so good to you, you’ll miss her, won’t

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

whispered, “But Grandma has her own life to live, right? To make her

they kept their eyes fixed on her face, giggling and kicking their

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