Chapter 1875


    With a crack, the ss in Damon''s grip shattered into shards. Morrison quickly shifted to the side,


    clutching his child protectively. The way he shielded his child''s eyes was the very picture of paternal


    instinct.


    Chloe and Rose snapped to attention, ncing over just in time to see Damon toss the remains of


    the ss onto the floor, his icy gaze fixed on Morrison, an intimidating aura emanating from him.


    It was clear to anyone watching that if no one intervened, a full-blown war was about to erupt.


    The two women hastened over, each slipping an arm through their husband''s. "What''s going on?"


    Handing the child over to Rose with a nonchnt expression, Morrison said, "Just told him a hard


    truth, and the man can''t handle reality. He''s not exactly resilient."


    As Damon''s face grew even darker, Rose pulled Morrison back a little, worrycing her words,


    "What exactly did you say to him?"d2


    "I told him that his daughter might one day call me ''Dad'', and that set him off."


    Rose was puzzled. "But Little Moon''s going to be part of our family one day, right? What you said


    isn''t wrong. Are you sure that''s all you told him?"


    Morrison nodded candidly, "Of course, what else would I talk to him about?"


    Chloe believed Morrison without a doubt. Damon had been against this from the start. In the three


    months since the babies were born, she could tell, Damon favored Little Moon immensely.


    He wouldn''t agree to her marrying someone even before she was born. Now, this issue had be


    one of his untouchable red lines.


    Morrison''s words, and Damon''s reaction, were no surprise to her.


    Clutching Damon tightly, Chloe tried to reason with him, "Damon, he''s just joking. You never know


    who our daughter will like in the future. Why are you getting so worked up over this?"


    Damon''s expression remained stormy. "No one is worthy of my daughter''s affection."


    Chloe was at her wit''s end.


    "How sad for Little Moon then? Who doesn''t want to experience a sweet romance? You won''t let her


    date or even let someone marry her? Aren''t you afraid she''ll bebeled an old maid if you do that?


    This isn''t up to you. It''s up to Little Moon." Rose couldn''t help but chime in, frustrated with trying to


    get through to this man.


    Damon''s face grew colder at the mention of his daughter being unwanted or referred to as an old


    maid. He''d like to see who would dare say that.


    Chloe was in full agreement with Rose. How could her daughter possibly be an old maid?


    She, of course, wished for her daughter to find her own true happiness. Just like she had.


    "Rose is right. These things aren''t for us to decide. We have to respect Little Moon''s wishes, and


    that''s still decades away. There''s no point in discussing this now."


    She tried to console him, knowing that any further provocation might truly spark a confrontation right


    there.


    If it had been about anything else, she might have let it slide, but not when it came to Little Moon,


    Damon''s most cherished little girl. She couldn''t begin to imagine what extremes Damon might go to


    for his precious child.


    Morrison, he had already gone off to tend to his baby. Damon pursed his lips, deprived of an outlet


    for his frustration. Nothing was more infuriating than having the person who deserved a punch


    standing right in front of you, and not having a legitimate reason to throw it.


    Thanks to Chloe''s efforts to de-escte the situation, the conflict simmered down. And so, the


    celebration of little Colt Witt''s celebration party passed without further incident.


    Afterward, Rose turned to Chloe, and took a deep breath, "You''re the only one who can handle him,


    Chloe. It really scared the life out of me. If it weren''t for you, I''d be worried he''d have started a brawl


    right there in the middle of the party."


    Chloe offered a sheepish smile, acknowledging the truth in Rose''s words.


    --


    By the end of that day, Damon took Chloe back home.


    Though the grandparents were taking good care of the twins, at night, Chloe needed to be there for


    them.


    Nighttime feedings, changing diapers, and soothing cries required her personal touch. She couldn''t


    expect the elders to handle everything.


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    Besides, she missed her kids dreadfully. Just half a day apart, and she was already feeling the


    separation keenly.


    With Colt''s celebration banquet behind them, it meant that the celebrations for Little Sun and Little


    Moon were fast approaching.


    These days, Elizabeth and Yasmine had shifted their focus to the uing celebrations, leaving


    Chloe and Damon to tend to the children most of the time.


    The babies were well-behaved. Little Sun was quiet, his eyes often fixed on the ceiling or tracking


    some fascinating object before another would catch his attention. asionally, when he caught


    sight of Chloe, he''d follow her movements intensely.


    Sometimes, as Chloe busied herself withundry or tidying up, darting in and out of the bathroom,


    she''d nce back at them. The little guy would kick his limbs happily and coo with delight at the


    sight of her. Little Moon was no different, prompting Chloe to pause her chores, smother them with


    kisses, and then get back to work.


    Compared to her brother, Little Moon was more expressive. Whether she was hungry, thirsty, or just


    inexplicably upset, she''d cry out loudly. If Chloe took too long to soothe her, Little Sun would join in


    with the tears.


    That was one of the reasons Damon paid extra attention to Little Moon. To keep both babies calm


    and content, the key was ensuring Little Moon stopped crying. Her brother would naturally quiet


    down if she did.


    Sometimes Damon would hold Little Moon close, eyeing Little Sun scrutinizingly. Then, once Little


    Moon settled, he''d ce her beside Little Sun in the crib, side by side.


    Little Sun was almost always a bundle of joy, tilting his head to look at his baby sister, pping his


    hands excitedly. Sometimes he would manage to grasp her clothes, and other times he would


    miraculously catch one of his sister''s tiny fingers. Then he''d happily kick his little legs with delight.


    Each time Damon witnessed this, he couldn''t help but let a smile spread across his lips. “That''s my


    boy,” he thought. “Looks like my daughter''s got herself a protector for the future.”


    After several such observations, Damon was confident in his son''s affection for his daughter.


    --


    From the first week Chloe was discharged from the hospital, Nathan immediately begged Damon to


    come to the office for help.


    With Damon''s help, Nathan could finally take a break and spend time with his wife and daughter.


    Damon, although a bit annoyed at first, had let him off the hook. After all, he hadn’t been around


    much for Anya from the get-go.


    Besides, he knew what it was like. It was normal to want to be by his wife''s side during this time.


    Most of the meetings and workloads he had already scheduled for the morning. So, by the


    afternoon, he was free to leave the office two hours early, barring any emergencies.


    That afternoon, Yasmine and Elizabeth had discussed ns for the babies'' celebration party before


    heading upstairs to y with the little ones in the nursery.


    Although both babies were well-behaved, holding them all day was no small feat.


    Before Elizabeth left, she noticed Chloe unconsciously rubbing her shoulders and advised, “The


    babies are fine with us. Why don’t you take this time to soak in the tub? I’ll call a masseuse toe


    over and give you a good rubdown.”


    “I can just take a bath, no need for a masseuse.”


    Elizabeth didn’t respond.


    Chloe went to the bathroom to run a bath, and while waiting, she changed the bedding.


    The weather was turning cooler and the days shorter. By the time Damon came home early from


    work, dusk had already settled in.


    After her bath, Chloe, drying her hair, reached for the body lotion. Unwrapping her robe, she began


    to apply it to her skin.


    Damon walked in just in time to catch Chloe in the act, her long, lean leg draped over the bed as


    she bent over to moisturize.


    At the sound of the door, she straightened up quickly, her face flushed with embarrassment. “You


    should knock.” she stammered, fumbling to cover herself with the robe.


    The door closed behind him as Damon slowly walked in.


    Chloe managed to wrap herself up, but her slender, exposed figure was etched into Damon’s


    memory.


    Speaking of her figure, she seemed to have recovered quite well. Even though her body was


    already impressive before, with its alluring curves, it seemed, after giving birth to two children, to


    have acquired a certain ineffable charm.


    Now clothed, she still sensed Damon’s mood was off. Hastily tying her robe, she muttered, “I’ll go


    check on the babies.”


    Damon didn’t stop her. Instead, he sat on the bed, enveloped in a cloud of silent resentment.


    Chloe hesitated but turned around. Damon removed his suit jacket and tossed it onto the couch


    before sitting down with his back to her, continuing his silent protest.


    Chloe approached him cautiously, “Is everything alright?”


    Damon turned his head away, not meeting her gaze.


    Chloe watched him for a moment, then left the room. Hearing the door close, Damon’s expression


    darkened further.


    Chloe, still in her robe, checked on the nursery. The babies were happily ying with their


    grandmothers.


    “Don’t wander around after a bath. What if you catch a cold? The babies still need to have breast


    milk at night,” Elizabeth chided gently.


    Chloe shook her head and approached the babies. “I’m not cold.”


    Elizabeth nudged her, “Go rest in your room. I’ve called the masseuse, and they’ll be here soon.”


    “It’s fine. I have some other stuff to take care of. Maybe another time.”


    “Something important?”


    “Yeah.”


    Elizabeth looked like she wanted to say more, but Yasmine interjected softly, “Then, you go ahead.


    The massage can wait.”


    Chloe smiled, and seeing Elizabeth''s understanding nod, she yed with Little Sun and Little Moon


    a while longer before leaving.


    Taking a deep breath, she returned to her room to find that the suddenly moody man was gone.


    Puzzled for a moment, she headed straight for the study.


    There he was, sitting grimly in front of theputer, motionless. His gaze shifted at her entrance,


    then he grabbed a folder next to him, pretending to focus on its contents.


    Chloe smiled, closed the door softly, leaned against it, and watched him.


    Damon pursed his lips, “Weren’t you checking on your little treasures? What are you doing here?”


    “I’ve checked on them already,” Chloe replied, moving closer.


    Damon shifted in his seat, still avoiding eye contact. “And why are you here now?”


    “To let you know it''s time for dinner.”


    He nced at theputer clock—it wasn''t even five yet. Dinner was always at six. He grunted


    softly, remaining silent.


    Chloe walked behind him, pressing gently on his shoulders, “Elizabeth said she booked a


    masseuse for me, but I turned it down.”


    Damon wondered what she was getting at, knowing his mother had made arrangements for Chloe’s


    well-being.


    “Why decline? After all the chaos with those two brats, you deserve a good massage.”


    A low chuckle escaped Chloe, “Those two brats?” The depth of his frustration seemed to include


    their son and daughter now.


    “Might as well put off the pampering. If I umte all the stress, maybe tomorrow’s massage will


    be even better.”


    Silence nketed the study. After a moment, Damon’s expression shifted subtly. He turned to face


    Chloe, who stood there in her robe, a coy smile on her lips tinged with a hint of mischief.


    “What’s on your mind?” he asked.


    Chloe arched an eyebrow, fully aware of his yful mood. She stepped forward, hands on his


    shoulders, and bent down to press a kiss on his lips. “If you’re not too upset now…”


    Her waist was suddenly grasped, and before she knew it, she was hoisted into the air. With a swift


    hook of his leg, Chloe found herself inexplicably straddling him.


    There was nothing beneath the bathrobe.


    "I''m very upset." he emphasized with particr force.


    Chloe''s cheeks flushed a deep crimson as she cast her gaze down, catching sight of his lips slowly


    curving into a teasing smile.


    Without warning, his lips quirked up, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning in to


    capture his lips with hers, fulfilling his silent wish.


    They shared a deep, lingering kiss.


    The tie of her bathrobe came undone with a simple tug. His warm hands instantly made contact with


    the delicate skin at her nipples, causing her to shiver, her shoulders drawing up slightly as her


    complexion turned an even darker shade of red, a soft moan escaping her lips.


    Where his touchnded, a feeling tooplex for words radiated outwards.


    Damon looked at her with a hint of surprise. "You..."


    Chloe seemed to know what he was about to say. Blushing, she hurriedly leaned in and sealed his


    lips with another kiss.


    Damon paused momentarily, the amusement in his eyes dimming into a darker intensity as her


    hand trailed down from his neckline.


    After a prolonged kiss, the bathrobe slipped away.


    Chloe found herself gently ced onto the desk behind them.