The Enticing CEO’s Chosen Bride novel Chapter 1870

At the sight of Yasmine, Chloe quickly sat up in bed, a piece of apple Damon had just given her still between her lips.

"Mom..."

Yasmine gave her daughter a cursory glance, her gaze swiftly moving to the swell of Chloe's belly.

Chloe pursed her lips and gently rested her hands on her abdomen.b2

Yasmine approached, shooting a glance at Damon standing beside the bed, "Her belly's quite big. Maybe ease up on the snacks."

Damon's lips tightened as he stepped aside to make room for her.

Stanley followed, casting a disdainful look at Damon, "Seems like you only care about the babies. You couldn't care less about our dear Chloe's well-being. Jerk!"

A vein throbbed on Damon's forehead as he glowered at Stanley, "Get out!"

Stanley snorted and took Yasmine's arm, "Take it easy, Yasmine."

Ignoring Stanley, Yasmine bent down beside the bed and gently touched Chloe's rounded belly, her usually cold face softening. Then, looking up at Chloe, she said, "Don't worry, I've brought two top OB/GYNs from B country. They'll get the scoop and coordinate with the hospital to assist during delivery."

Chloe glanced at Damon, "Damon's got it covered."

Yasmine paused, "Most women go through childbirth, and with today's medical advances, there's hardly any risk. Just relax."

Chloe nodded. She'd heard it all before and knew it well. It seemed everyone was more nervous than she was.

"I get it. And Rose had her baby a few days ago—both are healthy, all went well."

Yasmine nodded, her eyes fixed on Chloe's belly, her palms sweating silently. She too had been through childbirth, but the sight of Chloe's twin-carrying belly still made her worry. It looked as if Chloe could give birth at any minute.

Chloe was used to the sight and smiled lightly, "Well, there are two of them."

When Alyssa and Elizabeth entered the room and saw Yasmine, they were surprised.

"Yasmine!" Elizabeth's eyes welled up as she rushed over and hugged her, "I thought I'd never see you again."

Yasmine's brow twitched, "You make it sound like I'm not in this world anymore."

Elizabeth shook her head, "Weren't you kidnapped by a gangster to be his bride?"

Yasmine was silent.

The word "gangster" raised Chloe's eyebrows as she looked puzzledly at Damon. It seemed their fates were intertwined. Neither could escape being a gangster's bride.

Damon's gaze met hers, the corners of his lips curling into a faint smile.

Elizabeth was genuinely teary-eyed. Yasmine didn't follow her train of thought, but the sight of tears softened her. "There's no gangster's bride here."

"I saw it all at the coronation. You were whisked away by that man, right onto a plane. He’s the President of B Country. We felt so powerless. Oh dear..."

Yasmine let out a chuckle, "Was it that you didn't dare, or you didn't want to bring me back?"

Elizabeth's crying stopped, and she let go of Yasmine, wiping her eyes, "I was just worried you'd get too fond of being a gangster's bride. I mean, I would have taken care of Chloe."

Yasmine raised an eyebrow, "You mean you would've taken care of Chloe and had your eye on my grandchildren too, right?"

Elizabeth's smile faltered, "That's not it."

Yasmine smirked, knowing that was at least one percent of the truth. The room fell silent for a moment until Elizabeth, perhaps feeling awkward, said: "Dear, how's your leg?"

Yasmine pushed her away, stood up, and walked confidently in front of her. Dressed in a light green business suit with cropped pants and a casual jacket, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, she didn't look like someone who had ever suffered a leg injury. Her presence was formidable, even more so than Chloe's.

Elizabeth clapped with delight, "It's healed."

"Yes, so I'm fully capable of looking after my grandchildren," Yasmine replied with a smile.

Elizabeth pouted, "Fine, we'll do it together. But will Boyd let you? Are you not going back?"

"Why should I?"

Elizabeth leaned in, curiosity written all over her face, "He's okay with this?"

"Does it matter what he thinks?"

Elizabeth moved closer, "What's this? Have you grown a spine, or has his softened?"

Stanley, meanwhile, focused on Chloe, "How about it, Chloe? Fancy giving me a shot at raising one of them?"

Chloe looked at him, "Which one do you have in mind?"

"Which one are you willing to part with?"

Chloe hesitated, "I don't want to part with either. Can't you spare the kids?"

"Then I'll take a girl. A girl's got to be tough to avoid being bullied, right?"

Damon's expression darkened, "What are you two talking about?"

Chloe turned to him, her expression apologetic. She hadn't had the heart to tell him.

How could she explain that she caved under Stanley's relentless persuasion and casually agreed to let him teach her children some skills? She had never mentioned this to Damon.

As Chloe's due date approached, her mind was clouded with doubt. The thought of her babies enduring hardship alongside Stanley was unbearable, and she found herself yearning to back out.

"This was a promise I made to Chloe. It's got nothing to do with you, so butt out," Stanley spat dismissively at Damon, rolling his eyes in disgust.

Damon's brow furrowed as he shifted his gaze to Chloe. "What promise with him? Since when?"

Chloe felt a headache coming on. "There wasn't any," she admitted.

Stanley snickered. "Trying to back out on me, Chloe? No dice. If you don't agree, well, you might just wake up one morning to find one less kiddo in the crib."

Chloe's breath hitched, panic rising as she clutched her belly and looked to Damon for help.

"Damon..."

He shot her a frigid glance, and she immediately averted her eyes. She shouldn't have made such a clandestine deal with Stanley. She hadn't taken it seriously at the time. But now, out of nowhere, Stanley was holding her to it. Couldn't he just forget about it?

Damon's frown deepened as he looked back at Stanley. "Did you even ask me?"

Stanley nonchalantly replied, giving him a sideways glance. "Would you have agreed?"

"Absolutely not."

"That settles it, then."

The tension was palpable as the rest of the room watched the drama unfold. Yasmine was the first to speak up. "The babies aren't even born yet. Let's cross this bridge when we come to it."

Stanley shrugged. "Sure. I'll just keep it in mind."

Chloe exhaled in relief.

Yulia had been on her feet for a while, her chair now empty. Elizabeth caught sight of the two whispering to each other and marched over, shooting Nathan a glare. "Don't keep Yulia standing. Help her sit down for a bit," she said with a stern motherly concern.

Nathan didn't speak but immediately took action, guiding Yulia to another chair nearby. "Are you thirsty? Want some water?" he asked, his voice softening.

Yulia shook her head. "I'm good, not thirsty."

The chairs weren't too far apart, and Nathan, typically rough around the edges, was now showing a tenderness that even Presley couldn't help but notice.

As Nathan sensed the old man's curiosity, he was about to explain but was quickly interrupted by his grandma's decisive voice. "Nathan, Yulia's expecting, and she shouldn't be in this hospital for too long. The air's not great here. Take her home." she commanded.

Yulia's cheeks flushed with the blatant agenda. Were they trying to surprise Presley on purpose? "I’m fine." she protested softly.

Little Anya, sprawled across her lap, furrowed her brow while peering at Yulia’s belly, "Will staying at the hospital be bad for the baby in your tummy, Yulipop?"

Yulia smoothed Anya's hair. "It's okay, sweetie. Aunt Chloe will soon have a cute little brother and a sister for you."

Anya's eyes lit up like Fourth of July sparklers.

"Yay! Nathan, can we go for ice cream and burgers with the babies?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with innocence.

Nathan quickly covered Anya's mouth with his hand, "Kiddo, remember it's our secret."

Anya blinked her large eyes and then covered her mouth with her hands, a look of surprise on her face, as she peeked at Yulia.

Just then, a gentle hand ruffled Anya's hair, "Anya, when we're out in public, you can't call Nathan and Yulipop by those names. They're your mom and dad."

Alyssa spoke softly, and Anya obediently nodded, "Okay, Mommy, Daddy."

Nathan was moved to tears. "If I’d known Grandma's words were so powerful, I wouldn't have stressed over her calling me 'Daddy.'"

Suddenly, Presley stood up and walked over, his gaze shifting from Anya to Yulia and finally resting on Nathan.

"What's this? Yulia's pregnant?" he asked, the implication clear in his voice.

Fully aware of the grandmother's influence, Nathan nodded, "Yep!. It's Mine."

"And Anya? Isn't she Yulia's sister?"

Nathan shook his head, "No. Anya is my daughter, my own flesh and blood. I sowed some wild oats a few years back, and look how they've grown."

The words were cheeky enough to earn a glare, but Presley merely pursed his lips, his eyes returning to Anya with an unmistakable thrill.

He reached out to touch Anya, but she, feeling a bit scared, darted into Nathan's embrace.

Presley had been arguing fiercely with her great-grandmother earlier, and his harsh demeanor was a bit frightening to her. He used to seem so kind, but now, he appeared stern, and everyone else seemed to dislike him.

Presley froze, his gaze fixed on the tiny figure of Anya, his expression complex. He softened his voice, "Anya, I am... I'm your great-grandfather."

Anya blinked, looking up at Nathan, then at Yulia.

Yulia gave her a gentle smile and nodded. "Say 'Great-Grandpa.'"

After all, it was the truth. Even if he had divorced Alyssa, he was still Anya's great-grandfather. Yulia wouldn't teach Anya to deny her family.

Anya hesitated for a moment, then stepped out of Nathan's arms and moved a few paces closer to the old man. "Great-Grandpa."

Presley's lips quivered with emotion as he slowly, with the aid of his cane, bent down to carefully pull Anya into his embrace.

Alyssa, her expression icy, merely snorted and turned her head away.