The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Just as he was about to scoop up the little troublemaker and take him outside, the door of the room swung open and Elizabeth walked in.

“The guests have all arrived. Why don’t you bring the babies out for a bit?”

Rose took Colt over, and Chloe, cradling her son, prepared to join Damon in making their entrance.

As they reached the doorway, Elizabeth caught Chloe’s arm, hesitating as if torn whether to speak.

Chloe looked puzzled. “What’s up?”

Elizabeth glanced at Damon, then pulled Chloe aside and whispered:d2

“The thing is that Presley is here too. I think, in this situation, if he wants to hold the babies…”

Chloe nodded. “I understand.”

Elizabeth’s face showed a hint of apology. “I’m sorry, Chloe, I just can’t bear it. It’s pitiful to see him like that.”

“It’s all water under the bridge. No matter what, he’s their great-grandfather. I’m doing fine now. As long as the babies are healthy, I don’t have room in my heart for those unhappy memories. Don’t worry. A little respect for him in public is also respect for myself.”

Relieved, Elizabeth nodded. “I am so sorry you have to bear this.”

Chloe smiled reassuringly. “I get it a little. He wasn’t exactly kind to you either, or you wouldn’t have eloped with his son all those years ago. And yet, you still have a soft spot for him, don’t you?”

Elizabeth gave a wry smile. “What can I say? No matter how mean he can be, I just can’t bring myself to retaliate. As much as I hate him at times, I pity him too. I’ve come to terms with it over the years. It is what it is.”

Chloe chuckled. “Well, I’m the same. No matter how much he disapproves of me, I’m determined to outlive him. I’ll just indulge him for now.”

The words were slightly inappropriate, but they were honest.

Elizabeth also didn’t think there was anything to worry about. She gently squeezed Chloe’s arm as a reassuring gesture. “Give Damon a heads-up, so he doesn’t stir the pot.”

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When Damon and Chloe emerged into the banquet hall, the bubbling conversations came to an abrupt halt. All eyes were drawn to them as they approached.

Most guests were eager to catch a glimpse of the twins, but with layers of security, no one could get too close. Not only had Damon prepared, but Stanley had also mustered additional hands, ensuring that not even a fly could breach the hotel’s perimeter.

The moment they appeared, Alyssa joyfully took Little Moon from Damon’s arms into hers.

Chloe glanced at Presley standing at the back and walked towards him, with baby in arms. They faced each other, expressions neutral, and it was impossible to discern what each was thinking.

Finally, almost simultaneously, their gazes fell on the Little Sun in her arms.

“This is Elio, we’ve chosen his name. If you’re not happy with it, you can pick another,” Chloe offered, extending her son towards Presley.

The gesture caught Presley off guard, his gaze fixated on her in disbelief. It wasn’t until he was sure she was serious about letting him hold the baby that he nervously opened his arms and carefully cradled the baby.

It was the first time in a hundred days that he’d held the baby, the first time he’d seen his face up close. Indeed, a Harper through and through, he’s the spitting image of Damon. Especially the boy’s eyes were calmly observing him. He could tell this baby would grow up wise, composed, and measured.

“I like the name Elio. Good, very good. No need for another name. And the little girl? What’s her name?”

Chloe managed a smile. “Luna.”

Presley’s smile broadened in satisfaction. “Elio, Luna. Excellent, both excellent.”

Chloe simply nodded. After all, these were her treasures. How could she give them just any names? Moreover, these names were given by Damon.

the baby, slowly advanced to stand beside the

were Chloe, I wouldn’t give you the chance to get anywhere near

Presley ignored her comment.

for attending the celebration banquet of my great-grandchildren, Elio and Luna.

it was clear to everyone that this was a concession, an acknowledgment, and even an olive

Damon, wore a soft smile, subtle and unobtrusive, unaffected by Presley’s

close acquaintances requested to

before being whisked away. The

banquet

busily fussed over the two little ones, eagerly playing

the babies wasn’t publicized, but Presley’s words were the talk of

to force an alliance marriage with the

commotion, he got to hold his great-grandchildren in his arms. Wasn’t

that. However, the incident taught

Each had their own path to follow. Their ideas and beliefs were not always correct. Their way of life

walk a path they

didn’t want defiance, but they overlooked that the young ones didn’t wish for their lives

from Presley’s perspective, some from

wore on, people grew tired, the novelty faded, and

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biological clock

She’d get up at

a quick wash, she filled the bottles with hot water and, out of habit,

manor, the rows of ginkgo trees had turned a sea of yellow; leaves twirled down even without a breeze. Overnight, the ground had become carpeted

the manor’s

a black trench coat, hands in pockets, gazing towards

months ago, not a day had passed without this

Two such brilliant people,

it in her to forgive, or perhaps, she had never found a reason to after all these

day for all the nation,

so, Yasmine chose not

exceed her mother’s by leaps and bounds, so much so that she might never

such interference might

didn’t want to forgive him. It was just that there was no reason to forgive him. Her interference

to leave him. She needed a reason to forgive. So the

needed to know was that this man was the one her

the water from the bottles into the sink and adeptly prepared two bottles of formula. Just as

their surprisingly strong sense of

to help feed one of

the feeding and some playtime with the babies, Damon finally

If he had a moment, he’d first cradle his little girl, looking at her with the same

his blood, he didn’t gaze at him quite like

adored him. Every time he returned from work, Little Moon’s bell-like laughter and excited flailing of tiny arms and legs satisfied some unspoken pride

to particularly enjoy watching Damon dress. Each morning after feeding, as Damon changed, she would watch him, kicking and wriggling, but her eyes never strayed from him, not

tailored suit, Damon looked energetic, and his aura expanded and radiated with confidence. It left the little

often for it to be just

daughter, Chloe couldn’t help but say, “Maybe we should avoid her when getting

arms around Chloe’s waist, and pulled her close, smiling down

as she looked up, “What are you

look? Handsome

with