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.

entered Chloe’s bedroom with two bottles of formula to feed the little

placed the babies by the window, basking

demeanor had softened over the months of caring for the twins, no longer

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

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

probably won’t cause any trouble. I’ve thought it through

comfortable position, hugging his

supporting with one hand, gazed out the window before turning back with a

think of

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,

on this issue, Yasmine seemed to have inadvertently

least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe

his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes, attending his great-grandchildren’s celebration banquet is his right, and an invitation would be

“Right, then don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably know how to ‘insult’ him better than

topic, so that was the reason. But what did it have to do with her,

come of his own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

tested letting go of the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so

in her chair, her gaze returned

is over,

Chloe, her expression growing

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

that’s not enough, I’ll get

kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close to my

a gentle smile, “You’ve been baby-watching for a hundred days. How many sets of a hundred days does life give you? You sure you don’t want to tend to your own life? Using your grandkids as a shield to hide away—isn’t that a

“I never thought I’d live to see the day when I’d be scorned by my

and charismatic woman. Decisive and clear-cut in her

“But the woman standing before me now is evading

simultaneously. Chloe gently wiped their mouths with a burp cloth and stood up, cradling

you linger any longer, I might start believing that that person could outright buy a patch of my land to settle down here

pursed her lips, staying silent

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

her by the window,

on the arched bridge beside

snatched the baby bottles from Chloe’s hand, “Live your own life and stop meddling with others. If you think

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

breath, casting a cold glance at her daughter before taking the bottles and

twin cribs, looking down at the two happy babies

you miss Grandma

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

obligingly

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

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

To

eyes fixed on her face, giggling and kicking their little

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