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.

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

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

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

will probably want to get involved in the celebration. What are

remained unfazed. “He’s their great-grandfather. If he

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

comfortable position, hugging

one hand, gazed out the

think

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,

was terrible in Chloe’s mind, but on this issue, Yasmine

least make

Chloe replied

“With 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’

so that was the

invite, yet he would come of his own accord,

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

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

back in her chair, her

the celebration banquet is over, are you planning

growing displeased. “What, you’re tired of me

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

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

deepened. “Fine, kick me out if I’m

“Don’t provoke me.”

to be close

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

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

mother, as I remember her, was an independent, strong, and charismatic woman. Decisive and clear-cut in her actions, she never

before me now is evading issues, far from solving them. Is this

with a burp cloth and stood up,

might start believing that that person could outright buy

lips,

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

up and joined her by the

on the arched bridge beside the manor, a fixture in the

snatched the baby bottles from Chloe’s hand, “Live your own life and stop meddling

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

held her breath, casting a cold glance at her

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

will you miss Grandma if

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

obligingly

Grandma’s been so good to you,

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

their soft cheeks and whispered, “But Grandma has her own life to live, right? To

babies didn’t understand Chloe’s words, but they kept their eyes fixed on her face, giggling and kicking their little limbs, their

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