The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118: Wicked... But I Like It?

"So, you’re telling me... you bought all of this for me?" Lola stopped in front of a rack of clothes and shot Slater a dead look. "Slater, have you seen my wardrobe?"

"I have, and that’s exactly why I bought all of these." Seated on the couch, Slater leaned back, arms spread along the backrest. "It’s okay. You’re very welcome."

Her face contorted. What was more ridiculous—his confidence? This... abomination? Or the fact that he had just insulted her clothes without even trying?

"You know what? In a way, you are like your brother!" she intoned, looking around at the clothes. "Goodness. I feel like I’m going to develop a phobia."

Lola jumped onto the couch where he was seated, eyes fixed on him. "Is there even a phobia of clothes? This is overwhelming. Really, you didn’t have to. I mean, I appreciate your generosity, but... isn’t this a little overkill?"

"It is overkill," he admitted without a second hesitation. "But then, it’s not as fun."

"You’re having fun wasting money?"

"Sis! I don’t waste my money like my Second Brother!" he gasped, placing a hand over his chest as if utterly insulted. "This... I call it... hmm... a strategy."

Lola blinked, more confused than ever—but also intrigued by how he would justify this excessive shopping.

"A strategy?" She repeated, and he nodded. "Strategy for what exactly?"

"Sis, you underestimate me," he smirked, stretching before leaning closer. He raised a finger and wagged it. "It’s a strategy to bully the bully without bullying her too directly."

"Is that a new tongue twister?"

"Tsk." He frowned. "Sis, I bought all of this because I heard a certain witch has been bullying you. I’m teaching her a lesson."

Confusion replaced Lola’s dead expression. "A certain witch?"

"Yes, the witch who is going to marry the prince of Novera before her love potion expires," he nodded. "That witch." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"Melissa?"

"Yep."

"Melissa Young?" she clarified. "My father’s daughter?"

"Exactly," he smirked proudly, expecting praise now that she understood. "Sis, you’re kind of a little slow, you know?"

"Slater, I was this close to feeling very touched," she pinched the air, showing less than an inch between her thumb and forefinger. "And you just had to say that."

He froze and pondered. "Can you forget what I said?"

"..." she scoffed and withdrew her hand, looking around the suffocating racks of clothes. It wasn’t an exaggeration to say the entire area looked like a thrift store—except each piece cost a few thousand.

Lola cast him a side-eye. "How did you know I’m not getting along well with my half-sister?"

"My brother," he grinned. "He really dislikes them from the bottom of his heart." He hummed. "Knowing how vengeful he is, they should worry once he exacts that pettiness and revenge. Because the longer the wait, the scarier it is."

"Goodness." A weak laugh escaped her. "You guys... I appreciate that you want to help me, but it’s fine. You don’t have to bother. My battle with them is a battle I should face alone."

And she meant it. For her, Melissa and the Young family were insignificant, not worth bothering Atlas or Slater.

Yet, Slater stared at her as if she had said something alien.

"What?" she asked. "It’s not that I’m angry. I’m just saying you don’t need to get involved. They’re not worth your time."

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