The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Chapter 1876

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

but the sunlight was warm. Chloe placed the babies by the

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

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

“He’s their great-grandfather. If he

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

found a comfortable position, hugging his bottle

one hand, gazed out the

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

this

least make a gesture?” Yasmine

invitation?” Chloe replied

continued, “With his personality, he wouldn’t accept such courtesy. In his eyes, attending his great-grandchildren’s

don’t insult him. On the day, Alyssa will probably

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

wouldn’t invite, yet he would come of his own accord, so why bother with such

“That’s between them, then.”

Yasmine fell silent.

of the bottle, only to find her Little Sun still too

her gaze returned to the

over, are you

her expression growing

it not long

Yasmine glared at her.

property, and if that’s not enough, I’ll

deepened. “Fine, kick me out if

“Don’t provoke me.”

be

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

thought I’d live to see the day

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

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

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

that person could outright buy a patch of my land to settle down here for

lips, staying silent

and wiping the babies’ mouths, she mused, “Do you think I should really

her

figure on the arched bridge beside the manor, a fixture

stop meddling with others. If you think I’m an eyesore in

to see the babies. If it’s convenient,

cold glance at her daughter before taking the

center of the twin cribs, looking down at the two happy babies gazing up at her, her face unable to

you miss

“Ah-ee.”

“Doo-ah.”

obligingly cooed in

been so good

“Mm-hmm.”

“Mm-hmm.”

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

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

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