The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Even though he was his daughter’s own husband, Damon’s indifference towards his kids seemed a tad too callous, didn’t it? The thought tugged at Yasmine’s heartstrings as she considered her adorable grandchildren.

Standing beside him, Elizabeth rolled her eyes and said in a jealous tone. “In his eyes, only Chloe reigns supreme. Poor little babies might as well be accidents to him,” she huffed.

Damon, of course, nodded in agreement. That was pretty much the gist of it.

Chloe, half-irritated and half-amused, gave Damon a playful punch on the chest. Damon caught her hand, holding it firmly as they walked back inside together.

After freshening up, Damon finally meandered over to the double stroller and peered inside. At the sight of him, the babies’ tiny arms and legs flailed with joy, their babyish laughter sounding like music to his ears.

Damon’s lips curled into a small, contented smile—accidents they may have been, but they were his flesh and blood after all.d2

He poked Little Sun’s cheek, and the little guy gazed up at him with sparkling eyes, batting at his finger with chubby hands. Then, turning to Little Moon, he lifted her into his arms. Maybe it was the swing-like sensation of being picked up, or just the closeness to her favorite person, but Little Moon’s big beautiful eyes never left Damon’s face, and her tiny mouth spread into a delighted grin.

Even when the maid called them to dinner, Damon couldn’t bear to put Little Moon down.

As they headed to the dining room, Elizabeth couldn’t help but complain. “Aren’t you playing favorites? You barely hold Little Sun. He’s your child too.”

“He’ll be the one protecting Little Moon eventually. He should be glad I’m doting on her now,” Damon reasoned.

Elizabeth was at a loss for words. Had she been too soft on him when he was born? What a peculiar notion.

Yasmine spoke up nonchalantly as they sat down to eat, “It’s fine. They’re both his, after all. If he favors Little Moon, someone else will just have to cherish Little Sun more. Chloe certainly hasn’t skimped on cuddling with our little boy.”

Damon’s brow twitched at Yasmine’s comment, giving her a fleeting glance.

Chloe came from the kitchen, where she’d been helping serve dinner. She overheard Elizabeth’s words and just smiled faintly, without a hint of objection or denial. Damon’s expression tightened slightly, his eyes on Chloe carrying a subtle trace of displeasure.

Yasmine, noting this, allowed herself a sly smile of triumph. She suspected Damon and Boyd might be up to no good behind the scenes. Chloe’s pointed comments earlier that day were all the evidence she needed. When had Chloe ever meddled in her affairs before?

Sometimes a woman’s intuition was frighteningly accurate. Damon had indeed been pulling some strings behind the scenes, but to accuse him of influencing Chloe’s thoughts was a bit much.

After dinner, Yasmine’s phone began to ring. She ignored it deliberately, several times.

Chloe and Damon exchanged glances, watching Yasmine play with the twins as if nothing was wrong, and stayed silent. They couldn’t find a discreet way to suggest she leave. When Yasmine’s phone rang again, Chloe nudged Damon with her elbow, clearly passing the buck to him.

his eyes for a

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up her bag and stood

going?” Chloe asked as

so eager to send me away,

to persuade her mother, “If you feel that way, then please don’t leave.

“No need. I don’t

“Mom.”

think I don’t

mother being suddenly embraced by that man. After Yasmine

leaned into Damon’s familiar presence. “I

that man has no temper when it comes to your mother. Probably gets bossed around by her. At least

the car drive away, with a small smile on her face. “He wouldn’t

the doorway for a long moment, then said quietly, “Your mom doesn’t seem too

lip, looked up at him apologetically. “Sorry, I

have to find a way to clear my name. I’m not in

how will

help her find a

like a pretty

the house, “I think she’ll appreciate

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of her car, not giving Boyd any chance to play the gentleman. She marched straight into the

and informed them that dinner was ready. Yasmine didn’t respond and simply headed

her, Boyd and the housekeeper exchanged

“Sir, about the dinner.”

eaten.

you

up just in time to see Yasmine vanish at the

sharp, carrying a glass of warm milk, repeating the same nightly routine

routine continued unchanged for a week, with scarcely a word exchanged between them.