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.

with two bottles

but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the window, basking them in the

the months of caring for the

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

great-grandfather. If he

grand-daughter’s mouth. “He probably won’t cause any trouble. I’ve thought it through for him,

found a comfortable

hand, gazed out the window before turning back

think of anything

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 chased away

but on this issue, Yasmine seemed to

at least make a

Chloe replied

In his eyes, attending his

Alyssa

that was the reason. But what did it have to do with

own

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

chair, her gaze

banquet is over, are you planning

smile faded as she faced Chloe, her expression growing displeased.

it not

Yasmine glared at her.

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

“Fine, kick me

“Don’t provoke me.”

be close to

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

thought I’d live to see the day

her, was an independent, strong, and charismatic

paused, looking at her with a smile, “But the woman standing before me now is evading issues, far from solving them.

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

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

pursed her lips, staying silent this

empty bottles and wiping the babies’ mouths, she mused, “Do you think I

and joined her by the window,

the arched bridge beside the manor,

Chloe’s hand, “Live your own life and stop meddling with others. If you think I’m an eyesore in your

to see the babies. If it’s convenient, I’ll bring

casting a cold glance at her daughter before

the

you miss Grandma

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

ones obligingly cooed in

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

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Grandma has her own life to live, right? To make her happy, we need to let her find her way back to

but they kept their eyes fixed on her face, giggling and kicking their little limbs, their voices

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