The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 143

Chapter 143: Love Is In The Air~

The dirt storm only stopped when Atlas calmly picked up his children by the back of their collars. In the end, the four culprits had to work diligently or risk getting whooped by Father Sir. And they had to do it while covered in soil.

Time passed quickly after that, and before anyone realized, it was already time for dinner. To be fair, no one noticed the hours slipping by until a food truck pulled up in the driveway. That way, everyone — including the workers — could enjoy a proper meal after a long, exhausting day.

Folding chairs and tables were set up around the area, and at one table sat Lola, Atlas, Slater, and the twins.

"Uncle Best, you are the best!" the twins chimed as they were served steaming hot plates.

Slater smirked, lifting his nose. "Of course! If I’m not the best, then there’s no point in calling me Uncle Best!"

"Everyone is happy~!" Second grinned, looking around at the workers eating. "My Uncle Best said he will keep providing free meals if you help out Mommy~!"

"Free meals! Free meals~!" Chacha echoed, her tiny voice carrying across the tables.

Everyone who heard their adorable chants chuckled or smiled with nods of approval. Even Lola was smiling — everyone except Slater himself.

Slater’s face contorted. "I didn’t say that."

"Thank you, Uncle Best," Second said seriously, facing him. "Everyone said they will work hard and make our mommy happy!"

And when did you even get a response from them?

Chacha nodded vigorously, grinning. "You are the best, Uncle~!"

"Haha. Eat first," Lola said, helping them with their food. "It’s best while it’s warm."

"Okay~!"

As the twins dug in — stealing bites from their father’s plate — Slater shot Lola a look.

"Sis, you should eat plenty too," he said. "This food truck service is from the company I always hire for long projects."

Lola raised her brows, glancing at the truck. The logo on the side was familiar. After all, in the entertainment industry, food trucks were often hired at the start or end of filming. Outside of that, she rarely saw them.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I’ll eat plenty, okay? You should too. Forget about dieting."

"I’m not on a diet," he smirked, resuming his meal.

She then turned back to her plate, only to furrow her brows.

"Hmm?" She counted the slices of meat. She remembered having just one earlier, but now there were... four.

When she looked up, all she saw were the twins grinning with their spoons still between their teeth.

"Stop talking and eat," came Atlas’s cool voice as he nudged her plate toward her. "Everybody else is eating except you."

"Oh." She forced a smile. "Yep, thanks."

It was true — she had been so busy helping the twins she hadn’t touched her own food. But just as she started eating, her chewing paused when another piece of meat landed on her plate. Slowly, she traced the fork back to the hand holding it... and then to his face.

Atlas gave her a casual side-eye but didn’t stop, serving her slice after slice. Now he was the one not eating.

Lola was about to tell him to quit when the twins chimed in, "Ayieee~!"

"Yie hie~!" Slater joined, cupping his face and swaying dramatically. "What is this? A romance drama where the male lead feeds the female lead? Feelings are blooming~!"

NO!

I might get indigestion at this rate!

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