The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride
Chapter 1872

Chapter 1872

Presley stared at Alyssa, his face turning a shade of stormy blue with anger.

"I never intended to steal them. They are my great-grandkids by right now."

"You could abandon your grandson, and now you have the gall to claim your great-grandkids?"

Presley took a deep breath, "Fine, I won't let Chloe know I was here, okay!? Happy now!?"

"Better off staying away."

Yasmine and Queen Julia changed clothes and came over.d2

Presley glanced at them, his expression turning stiff as he looked away.

Yasmine gave them a brief, indifferent look. "How many children have you raised? Other than stirring up trouble, you just prove that you're nothing but an unwanted extra. If you want to come, I won’t stop you, but don’t expect anyone to cater to your ego."

Alyssa spoke up firmly, "Don’t worry, I won’t agree to him coming around every day."

Yasmine's lips curled into a faint smile. "We can't stop him from seeing his great-grandkids. As for my daughter, she's not about to get upset over him."

Alyssa fell silent.

Yasmine took Queen Julia’s hand and they entered the sterile room.

Queen Julia chuckled softly, "After living together for so many years, who can truly cut ties completely?"

Yasmine hummed softly, "It's a bit much, even for Alyssa to put on such a long act."

Queen Julia mused, "Mm-hmm, but I think there's some real emotion in there too."

"How else could she make us believe her?"

Queen Julia shrugged noncommittally.

Yasmine shook her head. She wouldn’t agree to him coming every day? That was such an obvious bluff.

The two little angels were still sound asleep. Lying in their incubators, they looked so serene and beautiful it melted your heart.

Two fresh new lives.

Both were quietly marveling at life's miracle.

"They are absolutely gorgeous," Queen Julia said with affection.

Yasmine peered at them through the glass, her usually composed face softening with warmth. "Yes, they are beautiful."

"The Harpers have really taken good care of Chloe. Look at the babies' skin, so tender."

Yasmine turned to Queen Julia, her eyes reflecting a touch of curiosity.

Queen Julia chuckled softly, "Decades ago, newborns were wrinkly and small, mostly due to poor nutrition during pregnancy."

Yasmine nodded in understanding.

"What about you? When you had Chloe, what was she like?"

Yasmine was silent for a moment, "Just like them."

Queen Julia was surprised, "I thought the Summers family was always harsh to you."

Yasmine shook her head, her gaze fixed on the glass, her smile fleeting.

"Not really. Compared to...," she paused, "Compared to what I lost before, the fact that the Summers family let me give birth to Chloe safely is enough to make me grateful."

So, even though the Summers family did many terrible things, she didn't harbor a deep-seated hatred for them. Having Chloe was enough to offset a lot.

Queen Julia hugged her gently, "I may not know everything that happened, but I do know you suffered a lot. But it's all in the past now, my dear. You have a wonderful daughter, and now two adorable grandchildren. Your life is perfect. And a perfect life isn't just happiness and joy."

Yasmine smiled softly, "I know, but now, I can't really let go. And I certainly can not forgive for what happened."

"Then don’t forgive him for the rest of your life. Make him spend the rest of his days making it up to you."

Yasmine shook her head, "It's not the same..."

"That means you still have feelings for him. You can’t bear to see him so low and cautious around you, yet you don't find enough reason to fully forgive him. Deep down, you want to forgive him. His pain hurts you, and yet you can’t give him the one thing he wants most – happiness."

Yasmine closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "It seems right. Sometimes I even wish he'd fall for someone else." It would be easier for her to let go than this current situation.

Queen Julia shook her head, knowing her daughter was confused. But feelings were something she couldn't decide for Yasmine. She needed to do things following her heart.

Yasmine sighed and looked back into the incubator. But then she saw that one of the babies had already opened his eyes, yet he still lay there quietly, his gaze as if looking at her.

Those eyes, emotionless, were a spitting image of Damon.

She paused, then checked the tag outside the box to confirm it was the brother. She stepped forward, her eyes fixed on him.

Queen Julia also noticed and exclaimed in surprise, "Oh my goodness. He's awake."

So quiet even though he was awake, it was surprising. And those eyes, almost a carbon copy of Damon. Genetics were indeed powerful.

Yasmine bent down and carefully picked him up from the incubator.

Being too small, his eyes closed again, the tiny bundle in the blanket gently wiggled his head, his tiny hands still clenching, his arms not even reaching beyond the blanket.

So tiny it was pitiful.

But just now, he had indeed opened his eyes. Although now he seemed to be playing coy.

Queen Julia glanced at the sleeping great-granddaughter and then at the great-grandson in Yasmine's arms, clearly tempted.

Yasmine could tell and gently handed the baby over to her. Queen Julia was extra careful, taking him into her arms, and the baby still didn’t cry.

"I've said it many times, but I'll say it again, he's just beautiful. Have they named him yet?"

Yasmine shook her head, "I'm not sure, we can ask Chloe later."

"There should be a nickname for now, right?"

"Hold on!"

Alyssa's voice suddenly came from the doorway. "We really need to talk about the baby names." Queen Julia said with a glance at Yasmine and a helpless chuckle.

The baby boy, caught in the act of opening his eyes, had been passed around for cuddles by everyone present.

It wasn't long before the little girl started crying with a delicate wail. The big brother, nestled in great- grandma's arms, opened his eyes again upon hearing the crying, his tiny head swiveling as if searching for something. Yasmine bent down to pick her up, gently soothing her with a low voice.

As the sister's cries came closer, the brother, who couldn't see her, furrowed his brow and began to cry as well. For newborns, any emotion could only be expressed through tears.

The commotion had everyone in a bit of a frenzy.

Finally, Queen Julia and Alyssa each took one of the babies. They were veterans after all, and it only took a few minutes for the sister's cries to cease. Soon after, the brother's wails also came to a stop.

Everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

"This house is going to be quite lively from now on."

Alyssa nodded eagerly, her happiness evident. "Oh yes, the more the merrier. Look at our Chloe, bringing two beautiful great-grandchildren into the world in one go. I must have done something

good in a past life, haha."

Presley pursed his lips at her words, his expression turning slightly awkward. Now, looking at his great-grandchildren, he suddenly felt that the obsessions of the past seemed trivial.

As a man with one foot in the grave, he had done all he could to preserve the Harper family legacy and successfully handed it down to his descendants. Whatever happened after that, good or bad, he'd be none the wiser once his eyes closed for the last time.

Why worry about what might happen decades or even centuries from now? All he wanted now was to focus all his energy on his great-grandchildren, making sure they grew up healthy and happy.

Elizabeth came in with a scowl, her mood shifting when she saw the grandchildren in everyone's arms. Her eyes immediately misted over. She approached, her voice trembling, "Can I have a cuddle?"

Royce followed behind, his face showing a rare hint of defeat.

Elizabeth took one baby. Sniffling, she asked, "Is this the brother or the sister?"

"The brother."

"Oh, my handsome grandson. And the sister?"

Her gaze was already leaping from the baby in her arms to the bundle in Alyssa's embrace. "My sweet granddaughter."

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In the hospital room, Damon stayed consistently by Chloe's side. He never left.

She lay there, asleep, still pale as sheet. He would never forget that scene, nor the lifelessness of her face now.

When the nurse came in for the second time to change Chloe's dressing, she saw Damon's devotion. It was both enviable and touching. Ever since leaving the delivery room, he had stood vigil by his wife's side, not even laying eyes on their twins.

--

The next morning, Chloe woke up. Seeing the luxurious room, she was momentarily stunned.

It wasn't until a slight movement tugged at her lower body, causing a slight pain, that she snapped back to reality.

Touching her now-flattened belly, memories slowly quelled her panic. She had given birth last night to a boy and a girl, both healthy and beautiful.

A warm hand rested on her forehead, and she turned to see Damon looking at her tenderly.

She smiled and reached out, Damon taking her hand in his.

"Where are the babies?"

"They're fine. Have some soup, and I'll have them brought over in a bit."

Chloe opened her mouth to refuse, but Damon cut her off. "Both of them together weigh nearly 14 pounds. Are you sure you have the strength to hold them steady?"

Sensing the seriousness in Damon's face, Chloe couldn’t object and waited for the nurse to bring her the soup.

Damon took the bowl and fed it to her himself.

After she finished the soup, Damon asked, "Full?"

Chloe nodded vigorously, "Yeah."

Setting the bowl aside, he watched her with a wry expression, "I shouldn't have even asked."

Her heart was set on seeing the babies, and she probably would have claimed to be full even after just a sip of water.

Chloe smiled, holding his hand with hopeful eyes. "Damon. I want to see the babies."