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.

bedroom with two bottles of formula to

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

of caring for the twins, no longer the icy figure

in the celebration. What are

If he

mouth. “He probably won’t cause any trouble. I’ve thought it through for him, and

Sun found a comfortable

hand, gazed out the window before turning

can’t think of

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

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

at least make

invitation?” Chloe replied

courtesy. In his eyes, attending

the day, Alyssa will probably know how

brought up such a redundant topic, so that was the reason. But what did it have to do with her, the

own accord, so why

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

Little Sun still too small to hold it, and so she

her gaze returned to

is over, are you planning to

faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me staying

not

Yasmine glared at her.

if that’s not enough, I’ll get

frown deepened. “Fine, kick me

“Don’t provoke me.”

be

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

live to see the day

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

a smile, “But the woman standing before me now is evading

twins finished their bottles almost simultaneously. Chloe gently wiped their mouths with a burp cloth and stood up, cradling the empty bottles

linger any longer, I might start believing that that person could outright buy

her lips, staying

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

joined her by the

arched bridge

from Chloe’s hand, “Live your own life and stop meddling with others. If

you’re always welcome to see the babies. If it’s convenient, I’ll

a cold glance at her daughter before taking the bottles and

back to the center of the twin cribs, looking down at the two happy babies gazing up

will you miss Grandma if

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

little ones obligingly cooed

been so good to you, you’ll

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Grandma has her own life to live, right? To make her happy, we

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

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