The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1873

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.