The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride

Royce still hadn’t lived down the time he delayed his wife from getting her hands on their grandchildren. To this day,

she gave him nothing but icy stares. He pondered ways to sweet-talk her, but she was practically orbiting their

grandkids around the clock, barely sparing him a glance.

Boyd had it even rougher.

Ever since that Stanley fellow had shown up, Yasmine had been giving Boyd the cold shoulder. On the rare

occasions she did speak to him, it was enough to give him jitters for half the day. It was always strictly necessary

chit-chat, ending with her walking away without a spare word.

Ever since she’d moved from B Country to here, her attention was almost entirely fixed on her daughter and

grandson. As for Boyd, well, he might as well have been Mr. Invisible. Drawing closer, all he could see was

Yasmine’s noticeably chilled demeanor. Still, he couldn’t bear the thought of her slipping from his sight, so he

endured.

“Ma’am, you’re finally back.”

The servants in the villa looked happily at Chloe in Damon’s arms; having long since seen the two of them being

intimate, they didn’t have much of a surprise.d2

Damon had planned to head straight upstairs, but Chloe, tapping him on the shoulder, insisted they detour to the

living room.

The servants didn’t meddle, just craned their necks to peek outside. When they saw Yasmine and Elizabeth enter,

each holding a tightly swaddled bundle, they excitedly clasped their hands, eager to catch a glimpse of the two little

lords of the house.

“If the parents are anything to go by, these kids will be both beautiful and bright,” the servants murmured.

Elizabeth, now the proud grandmother of two stunning boys, couldn’t resist showing off in front of the crowd.

“Come take a look at my grandchildren. The doctors say they’re the most beautiful babies they’ve ever delivered.”

The servants, already bursting with curiosity, crowded around the swaddles to take a closer look.

The babies, just born, were changing daily. Their once reddish skin had softened to a tender baby complexion, and

their features were becoming more defined, impossibly cute.

Even with their eyes closed, there was no denying they had inherited their father’s looks. Their tiny noses and

mouths were outrageously adorable.

“The boy’s eyes look just like Damon’s.” Elizabeth boasted, proud of her good-looking family lineage.

The servants were genuinely thrilled. “So, he will be as handsome as his father?”

Elizabeth lifted her chin proudly. “Even more so, don’t forget, he also has a gorgeous mother.”

Heads nodded in agreement. “Right, right, that’s going to be tough for the ladies later on. They’ll all be falling for

this baby.”

“I’m already smitten. Ma’am, what do you think? Maybe I could get dibs.”

“Get out of here, dreaming big, are we? Careful, or I’ll tell your boyfriend you’re eyeing younger pastures.”

Laughter rippled through the group.

Elizabeth was always easygoing, and after so long at the estate, she’d become one of the gang. A joke here and

there was nothing out of the ordinary.

However, when it came to Yasmine, the servants didn’t dare approach so freely, put off by her formidable

presence. They watched eagerly as she moved, carrying the bundle in her arms.

Once she was close, she asked indifferently, “Is the nursery ready?”

Heads bobbed eagerly in response. “Yes, yes, all set upstairs. I’ll go up and crack the windows a bit.”

Damon set Chloe down on the sofa, and she immediately tried to get up to see the babies.

“Stay put.”

Chloe turned and called out, “Mom.”

Both Yasmine and Elizabeth understood instantly and brought the babies over to her.

“Guess who this is?”

Chloe smiled. “It’s Little Moon.”

The baby in her arms seemed thrilled, kicking and waving her tiny arms, making adorably incoherent sounds.

Chloe was over the moon, planting a gentle kiss on her little forehead. “Little Moon, you like mommy, don’t you?”

“errr…”

“I like you too.”

“Although they’re twins, many people still can’t tell them apart. You’ve got a knack, Chloe.” Elizabeth said cheerfully.

Chloe just smiled, always playing along with these little games. Handing her sister over to Damon, she reached for

her brother. “Come, meet our boy, Little Sun.”

Just like with his sister, Chloe kissed him on the forehead. Little Sun gazed quietly at Chloe, limbs flailing softly.

Eventually, he balled his tiny fist at Chloe’s chest, gripping and releasing the fabric of her shirt.

“This little guy. Just better not take after his dad too much, or I’ll have to worry about finding him a wife.” Elizabeth’s

voice was laced with concern.

Despite her eldest son eventually finding a gem like Chloe, there was no guarantee her grandson would be as lucky

in love.

It seemed to be her lot in life to worry.

Chloe glanced at Damon, who had been the subject of many a maternal lecture these past few days. The poor man

had his hands full.

She said reassuringly, “There’s a destined love out there waiting for him.”

She was a firm believer that everyone had their meant-to-be moment.

Elizabeth shook her head. “It’s not about fate. It’s about whether someone appreciates it and doesn’t destroy it with

their own hands.” She looked at Yasmine, “Isn’t that right, dear?”

Yasmine forced a smile. “Fate may return, but it’s not always given that we’ll seize it. We should nurture the little

guy’s emotional intelligence from the start.”

Elizabeth started to fret again, “I just hope he doesn’t become too clever for his own good and turn into a

womanizer.”

Silence fell. It was indeed a mother’s lot to worry.

Yasmine’s comment made Boyd purse his lips tighter, his expression somber.

Chloe sensed the undercurrent in Yasmine’s words and glanced briefly at Boyd before returning her attention to

comforting her son.

—

Yasmine eventually settled down in Greenfield Village.

Every day, taking care of the twins felt like teaming up with Elizabeth for an Olympic sport.

When Rose’s baby’s celebration banquet rolled around, Chloe and Damon flew into Rivertown just to join in.

The guest list was surprisingly extensive, which raised a few eyebrows.

In a quiet moment, Chloe caught up with Rose and her son, Colt.

The two best friends, seeing each other after what felt like ages, could hardly contain their excitement. Both had

always been vigilant about their figures, so within just over three months postpartum, they had snapped back

impressively.

Despite keeping in touch frequently, they had a sea of questions about each other’s delivery and postnatal

experiences and the myriad of dos and don’ts.

Both nodded in satisfaction after exchanging notes.

“You know the saying, ‘Vanity thrives on approval’? Well, it’s spot on. Right after giving birth, the sight of all that

extra flab made me think Morrison would be repulsed,” Rose confided. “But during the confinement, he kept

making me eat and drink, and only after was I able to go on a diet frenzy. I wouldn’t even let him touch me during

that time.”

Chloe smirked, “So you made him wait, huh?”

Rose’s cheeks flushed, “What else could I do? With all that belly flab, even if I wanted to, I just couldn’t feel it, you

know? All I could think about was his disgust. What about you? Don’t tell me you couldn’t wait to jump back into the

saddle?”

Chloe’s face turned a shade pinker, “I had stitches down there after the birth. It wasn’t possible.”

“And now? When did you guys…you know?”

Chloe’s ears reddened, “We haven’t yet. Same reasons as you, basically.”

After a moment, Rose said, “Suddenly, I feel a bit sorry for Morrison.”

Chloe looked at her for a while before tentatively suggesting, “You guys found other ways to cope, right?”

Rose opened her mouth, her face blooming with blushes. “Well. Morrison said that it’s not the same.”