The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Damon raised an eyebrow at her, those puppy-dog eyes almost too pitiful to bear. And he felt a twinge of

annoyance stirring within him.

Sure, she’d begged him before, but it wasn’t a common occurrence. And now, here she was, acting like this for the

kids, stitches fresh and all, but still laying it on thick.

Not cool.

“Damon,..”

Here we go again.

Damon couldn’t take it, not really. Lips pursed, he glanced at the nurse standing by. The nurse, with a knowing

smile, nodded and slipped out of the room.d2

Chloe’s face lit up with anticipation. She grabbed Damon’s hand, barely able to contain herself, “Do the babies look

like you, or is there a little of me in them?”

Damon sat back down, silent for a heartbeat, before saying, “The doc says they’re beautiful, so they’ve gotta take

after you.”

Chloe blinked, peering intently at him for a long moment.

Damon turned to grab a cup of water from the insulated jug on the nightstand.

“You don’t think they all look like me, do you? Damon, you didn’t…”

“Water?” Damon cut her off, taking a sip from the cup.

Chloe paused, shook her head slightly, but then his hand cupped her chin, and his lips were upon hers.

Water flowed gently from his mouth into hers. She startled, but resigned to swallow the water bit by bit. After the

last drop, Damon lingered, savouring a deep kiss, reluctant to part.

Chloe’s cheeks, still a bit pale, flushed with the warmth of his affection.

As the kiss ended, Damon rested his forehead against hers, whispering, “Thank you.”

Chloe’s lips curled into a slight smile, “Nothing beats the joy of having them.”

Damon nipped at her lips, a clear sign of his pouty jealousy. Chloe winced softly, her internal alarms ringing faintly.

“You’re mine.” His voice was low and possessive, laced with a hint of threat and vulnerability.

Chloe felt a swell of sweetness. She could sense his every subtle shift in emotion, and she nodded gently. “I know.”

Damon, caught off guard by her response, allowed a smile to touch his eyebrows. But then Chloe added, “The

babies are yours, and so am I. So I should love you all together, right?”

The smile that had just begun to form on Damon’s face quickly vanished.

Just then, there was a stir outside the door. Chloe spun around, eyes darting to the entrance, as she pushed Damon

aside.

Elizabeth and Yasmine, each cradling a newborn, walked in, their faces aglow with joy.

Yasmine’s smile was broader than any Chloe could remember.

Noticing Chloe’s struggle to get up, Yasmine’s brows furrowed, and she shot a stern glance that rooted Chloe to the

bed.

After a moment, Yasmine looked back at the baby in her arms, her lips curving into a smile as she approached the

bedside.

Elizabeth gently rocked the baby in her arms and then laid him next to Chloe. “Here’s your son. See, doesn’t he look

just like Damon?”

Finally, Chloe saw her long-awaited babies right there in her arms, her eyes brimming with tears of joy. She

recognized the resemblance instantly, remembering the photos Elizabeth had shown of Damon and Nathan as kids.

“Yes! He does.” Her voice quivered with emotion.

Elizabeth, moved by the moment, felt her nose tingle, “He has your nose.”

Yasmine placed her baby next to the first.

“And here’s your daughter. Look at those eyes, she’s got your shape.”

Chloe nodded, gazing adoringly at the two tiny faces before her, her eyes darting back and forth.

“Welcome to mommy’s world, my little babies.”

Her son suddenly opened his eyes, and as if by instinct, turned his head towards Chloe. His tiny hands flailed,

reaching out from the swaddling and resting against Chloe’s chest. Though his touch was light, it was unmistakable.

She found it hard to believe that this mischievous little guy was the smaller of the two. The impression was that

both babies were quite strong.

No matter, the sensation of that little hand was more profound than any strength it could muster.

She gently cradled the tiny fist, afraid even a single finger could cause harm. After a tender kiss, she noticed his

eyes stayed fixed on her, a perfect mirror of Damon’s.

How wonderful…

The baby girl beside him began to fuss, her little hands and feet stirring restlessly.

Chloe quickly comforted her, and the baby soon settled down.

Every tiny gesture from these new lives was a revelation, a moment of wonder and delight. The profound bond

shared by Chloe and her infants was undeniable, serving as a ceaseless source of awe and happiness.

Yasmine watched them, a soft smile gracing her lips, before she finally looked over at Damon. “Aren’t you going to

look at your babies, Daddy Damon?”

Chloe turned to him, as did Elizabeth, with a mix of accusation and disbelief, “I know you’re worried about Chloe,

but you haven’t even glanced at your own son and daughter since they were born. Isn’t that a bit much?”

Chloe had guessed right. He hadn’t seen the babies yet. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have made that remark about

them being beautiful and therefore resembling her.

How little he knew himself, to think that the kids couldn’t possibly look like him because they were too pretty.

Damon’s gaze drifted over Chloe’s form, skimming past the bundled-up blankets in which twin infants were cozily

wrapped. As for the infants’ faces, he hadn’t really saw that.

Yasmine’s lips quirked into a smirk as she scooped up her grandson and, sidestepping the foot of the bed, handed

him over to Damon.

“Here you go, hold your son tight.”

Damon’s arms twitched, but he did not lift them. The usually unflappable Damon looked a touch frazzled, and

everyone in the room took note.

“Come on, he’s gazing right at you.”

Yasmine was inwardly surprised. Newborns usually couldn’t focus on anything for a few days, yet this little guy

seemed to see something indeed.

Damon finally raised his hands, momentarily unsure of how to hold the baby properly. Hesitant at first, he took the

baby from Yasmine, cradling him less like a father and more like a man afraid to break something precious.

Yasmine stood before him, her smile deepening. Even the most capable men had their Achilles’ heel.

“You’ve got a lot of new tricks to learn from here on out,” she offered, trying to cushion the blow.

Damon glanced down at the infant in his arms. Those dark little eyes were “staring” at him, devoid of any

discernible emotion.

He had previously boasted that his kid was cuter than Morrison’s, but this baby, well, there was really not a whole

lot of difference between this little guy and Morrison’s ugly baby.

A crease finally formed between his brows as he spoke up, “Are we sure this is the right one?”

The room fell silent for a beat before erupting into laughter.

Elizabeth, oscillating between laughter and tears, chided, “What are you talking about, you little brat?! He’s the

spitting image of you as a baby.”

Damon shot her a look, “This is what you call handsome?”

The most beautiful baby to grace this hospital in years? He seriously doubted the flattery of the doctors.

Elizabeth, exasperated, retorted, “What do you know? He’s just been born. Give it a few days, he’ll perk up.

Everyone says he looks just like you did, and you’re still complaining? Who are you really complaining about?!”

Damon deadpanned, “I am complaining about this one.”

The bundle in his arms stirred, and Damon instinctively held him closer as the baby seemed on the verge of crying.

Suddenly, the infant’s flailing tiny fist connected with Damon’s chin. It wasn’t a hard blow, but it was loaded with

meaning.

Damon straightened up, his expression cooling.

Perhaps sensing danger or deeming his “revenge” insufficient, the baby burst into tears. Damon, flustered and

unsure, felt a warm sensation spread in the palm of his hand holding the blankets.