Chapter 1831


    Flipping through her contact list, she was somewhat surprised to find that she was still a member of


    the old school ss group chat that had been set up years ago. But her surprise was fleeting,


    reced by a sense of indifference.


    These group chats tended to linger in the background, mostly ignored by everyone. Muting and


    hiding the group was practically a rite of passage.


    Better to let the chat fade into obscurity than to risk offending someone by booting them out. After


    all, one more silent member hardly made a difference.


    She scrolled through the list of names, her lips curving slightly when she recognized a name that


    wasn''tpletely unfamiliar.


    Clicking on the chat box, her smile was soft and natural. However, to Alyssa and Elizabeth,


    watching from across the room, there was something inexplicably unsettling about it.


    Elizabeth, clutching Alyssa''s hand, leaned in and whispered, "I don''t know why, but I can''t shake the


    feeling that I kind of pity Morrison. It''s strange, isn''t it?"


    Alyssa nodded in agreement. "I had the same thought."


    Elizabeth''s gaze met Alyssa''s for a few seconds before they both looked back at Chloe, their hands


    tightening around each other''s.


    Indeed, you wouldn''t want to cross any woman, particrly Chloe. There was something about her


    calm, cid smile that was downright unnerving.


    Damon walked over from the kitchen, holding a tray with fruits, cakes, and juice on top.


    Chloe was busy on her phone, smiling contently, as Damon silently sat beside her and ced the


    tray on the coffee table. He then gently took her phone away and set it aside.


    Chloe''s brow creased slightly in a clear disy of displeasure.


    Alyssa and Elizabeth paused, sitting close together.


    Pregnant women experienced significant emotional fluctuations, and considering Chloe seemed to


    be dealing with something important at the moment, could Damon''s overbearing actions be hitting


    the wrong nerve.


    In fact, when Chloe got upset, she didn''t engage in loud arguments or scenes. Even if she had a


    falling out with Damon, she never showed it to others. She would still maintain her usual cheerful


    and lively demeanor.


    However, the more she acted like this, the more suspicious they became in their hearts. Could you


    imagine someone who wasughing with you one second and then immediately giving a cold or


    petnt look to someone who had just irked them.


    Chloe nced to the side, looking displeased at Damon. Her crimson lips pursed lightly, and her


    eyes carried a hint of usation.


    “Aren''t you having cake?" Damon''s voice was casual as his eyes swept over the tray on the coffee


    table.


    Chloe paused, looked at the cake, and her eyes suddenly lit up. Then she looked back at Damon


    and pouted, "Didn''t you say no cake?"


    Damon remained silent, taking the fruits and juice off the tray and handing her the empty tray,


    leaving only the cake on it. He then handed her a fork.


    Chloe had indeed been craving cake, having mentioned it to Damon the night before, only to be


    tly refused.


    She had pleaded, but he had promptly listed all the reasons why cake was bad for pregnant


    women, leaving her to sleep in a huff of discontent.


    Breakfast had been a lingering regret, but now, she saw the cake.


    She was ready to dig in, but still felt unsure, "Can I really have some?"


    "Go ahead"


    A maid came over with a steaming cup of tea and ced it on the table, smiling. “Don''t worry,


    missus. The cake was made by the master right after breakfast. There are no additives, and the


    cream was hand-whipped by Mr.


    Damon for a long time."


    Chloe''s eyes sparkled with gratitude as she turned to Damon. "On behalf of our little ones, thank


    you, daddy!"


    At that, Damon chuckled softly. "Well, so it''s not you who wanted it?"


    Chloe scooped up a fluffy piece of cake and savored it blissfully. “Of course not. It’s the babies who


    wanted it."


    Damon reached over and took the tray from herp. "If it''s not for you, then you shouldn''t eat."


    “Hey, wait..." Chloe reached for the cake that was suddenly being pulled away.


    Damon seemed serious, giving her no chance to reach it again. After a few tries, Chloe looked at


    him, "Daddy, the babies really want to try your cake."


    “They don''t deserve it"


    Chloe sighed, pouting. "Daddy, you''ll break their little hearts. Be careful, or they might not like you


    later."


    “It doesn''t matter” Damon said coldly. "As long as you love me, that''s enough."


    Alyssa and Elizabeth, seated across from them, huddled together.


    Alyssa sighed, "I can''t stand this anymore. I''m leaving."


    Elizabeth chimed in, "I can''t either. I suddenly miss my husband"


    Damon''s blunt words left Chloe red-faced and flustered. As she watched the cake being held out of


    reach, her lips parted in a slight pout. "Alright, alright, I admit it''s me who wants it. The babies are


    innocent."


    Damon''s lips curved in a teasing smile as he leaned in closer. "Do you love me?"


    Chloe''s face reddened further, and she nodded shyly, murmuring, "Yes."


    “Then call me hubby."


    Chloe''s head lowered even more.


    “Hmm?" With a light threat from Damon, Chloe''s embarrassment deepened.


    As he pressed closer, she put a hand on his shoulder, ncing over at the others.


    Alyssa and Elizabeth hurriedly averted their gazes and scurried away from the domestic battlefield.


    The maid followed suit.


    Damon''s dark eyes nced at the corner, noting their departure, then refocused on Chloe. "Hmm?


    Call me hubby, and you can have your cake."


    Chloe bit her tip, leaned forward, and pecked him on the lips. "Can we change it to a kiss instead?"


    "No!


    “Two kisses?"


    “No- “Damon...


    Seeing her with that forlorn look, Damon relented, "A hundred kisses,e here and you''ll get your


    cake."


    Chloe sighed, “Hubby."


    A hundred kisses would take all night. Who can say what might develop from this, right? Chloe


    never let a good opportunity slip by, and right now, the coast was clear in the living room.


    Besides, it was not like they hadn''t been close before with an audience. As for being shameless,


    well, that was just a matter of getting used to it. She''d always use the babies as an excuse for


    everything, hiding behind them like a shield, and everyone had grown ustomed to that.


    And Damon, well, he''d always yed along with her charades. Only, he always seemed to outy


    her in the end. He was the master of the game.


    "Hand over that cake, now!” she demanded.


    Damon smirked and leaned in for a quick, teasing kiss before reluctantly letting her go.


    Chloe snatched the cake back, feeling that the yful banter with Damon was totally worth it. She


    savored every bite alone, in blissful satisfaction.


    Watching her indulge, Damon couldn''t help but smile as he picked up her phone. "What are you up


    to now?"


    “Well, just checking on Rose''stest productunch. My award-winning design is about to hit the


    market,’ she replied, her eyes flicking away momentarily.


    Damon raised an eyebrow, not entirely convinced. That smile of hers didn''t seem to be all about the


    productunch. "Who''s got you so giddy then?"


    “Uh. no one.” Chloe mumbled through a mouthful of cake.


    Just then, her phone buzzed. Damon looked down at the message popping up on the screen.


    "That''s right, it''s me. Hey Chloe, it''s been ages. Let''s grab a bite and catch up?"


    Damon''s brow twitched at the sight of the contact''s profile - a graffiti-covered motorcycle. Definitely


    a guy thing.


    Chloe felt his mood darken and her own heart race with uncertainty. "What''s wrong?"


    "Some guy wants to take you out for a trip down memoryne; Damon murmured.


    Chloe reached for the phone, patting Damon reassuringly on the shoulder.


    “Don''t worry. He''s not a suitor"


    “If he was, you can kiss these cakes goodbye"


    Chloe instinctively hugged the dessert closer to her chest.


    After a day of trending online, Rose finally wrapped things up at thepany and headed home.


    She freshened up, changed, and prepared two meals, then took them to the hospital.


    One meal went straight to Winston''s room, and he didn''t hesitate to dig in right in front of her.


    Rose''s cooking was something he''d always appreciated, especially after years of dealing with nd


    cuisine. Her culinary skills were top-notch in his eyes.


    “So, what''s the n with your little princess’ birthday shing with theunch?” Rose winced at the


    term ‘little princess: The thought of calling Morrison a ‘little princess’ struck Rose as hriously


    amusing.


    “Well, theunch obviously takes precedence."


    Morrison was clearly about to oppose her again. It was the same as before, always going against


    her. Even after so many years, he still had that annoying habit.


    Winston chuckled between bites. “Aren''t you worried he''ll throw a fit?"


    “Let him"


    Winston looked up with augh. "Wow, Rose, you''ve grown a backbone."


    “Was I ever spineless?"


    “You know you were."


    Rose couldn''t argue with that. She knew her past shorings all too well.


    “Eat up, I''m heading upstairs."


    “Sure thing."


    In Morrison''s room, he was busily tapping away on a tablet when Rose entered. He looked up,


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    “Done with work?" he asked.


    "Yeah"


    Rose took her time setting out the food she''d brought for him.


    “So does that mean you don''t have to go back there anymore?"


    “If there are issues, I''ll still need to"


    "I get bored all alone in this hospital room."


    Morrison''s voice came from behind her, his arms encircling her waist, his warm, broad frame


    pressing against her back, his breath tickling her ear.


    She shivered slightly. "Don’t you think that you have been a bit too clingy these past few days?"


    The sudden nip at her neck made her startle. "What are you doing?"


    “Hmm?" Morrison chuckled softly. “Say you love me, Rose."


    Rose was speechless, unsure of what he was after.


    “Are you going to say it?” His breath was hot on her ear, making her shrink back.


    “What''s this all about?"


    Morrison turned her to face him, studying her evasive eyes. His stern expression softened suddenly.


    “Fuck it, I need a kiss first."


    Before she could respond, his lips were on hers.


    Dammit. He''d been brewing frustrations all afternoon, nning to confront her about the previous


    night''s antics the moment he saw her. But now, all his ns dispersed at the sight of her.


    He just couldn''t resist it.


    Rose was kissed breathless, unable to push him away or dodge his advances, let alone speak up to


    stop him. When she sensed he wasn''t going to stop and that he might take things further, she


    managed to halt him.


    “Enough, Morrison..."


    Morrison stopped abruptly, knowing that continuing would only torment him further, especially since


    she was pregnant andst night had been rather vigorous.


    Regret kicked in. He should''ve held backst night and saved some passion for today.


    Rose, flushed and disheveled, pushed him away and walked to the window to fix her clothes.


    Morrison''s gaze lingered on her, filled with unmistakable desire that she found hard to face.


    He remained silent, struggling to quell the fire within. “Don''t you have anything to say to me?"


    Morrison suddenly spoke up, his voice carrying a hoarse undertone.


    "Let''s eat"


    There was a brief silence. Still, he sat down at the edge of the bed and started eating the food she


    had brought with her.


    Ten minutester, Morrison set down his fork. “Anything else you want to talk about?" he asked.


    Rose furrowed her brow. "No, that''s it."


    Morrison clenched his teeth in frustration. "Rose, is yourpany located in the middle of


    nowhere? What''s going on? Does yourpany have no electricity or no inte?!"


    A smirk almost escaped Rose''s lips as she fought back a chuckle. "I''m pregnant now, Morrison.


    Aside from necessary work, I''m staying away from electronic devices. What''s wrong? Did something


    happen?"


    “You...”