The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 162

Chapter 162: Necessary Measures

Meanwhile...

Silo narrowed his eyes, staring at Lola, who was leaning against the slightly furnished wall of her office. He had already tilted his head in front of her face, but she didn’t react.

"Lola, what the hell are you thinking about?" he asked. "Yesterday, you didn’t know what you were doing. And now, you’re just... deep in thought."

Surprisingly, just when he thought he would be ignored, Lola glanced at him.

"A lot of things, Silo," she muttered. "One of them is thinking of ways to splurge a few hundred million I earned yesterday from playing poker. I’m thinking of buying a... taxi."

"A taxi — wait. You went gambling?" he gasped. Now that she mentioned it, she was wearing a slightly more formal dress than her usual outfit yesterday. His face twisted. "Lola, gambling is bad."

"I know, but I was lucky yesterday." She shrugged, snapping her eyes out the window to the street below. "I’m not planning on pushing my luck any further."

Silo craned his head and then leaned his face closer to hers. "So, how much did you win for you to get so distraught yesterday?"

"Around two hundred."

"Million?"

"Mhm."

"Wo—wow!" he gasped, covering his gaping mouth. "Really?"

She only nodded as an answer.

"What the hell?" His face contorted. "You won that much money, and what? You’re just going to nod like that?"

"Silo, I’m already distressed at how I’m going to spend that money."

"This is a sign that you really made it in life," he clicked his tongue. "If I had this kind of problem, I’d rather be stressed all the time!"

A bit annoyed at Lola’s quiet brag, Silo pushed himself away and strode off. "I’m just going to grab some snacks downstairs. Do you want something to drink?"

He stopped at the open entrance and looked back at her. Lola simply offered him a short smile and shook her head.

"Okay, then!" he shrugged and resumed his steps.

Meanwhile, Lola kept her eyes on him and kept staring at the doorless entrance of the office even after he was gone. The slight smile on her face faded as she diverted her gaze to the window.

"Strange," she whispered. "How would he... what did he mean by that?"

Unlike what she told Silo, Lola had no interest in the winnings she earned from gambling. She almost forgot about them as she had already planned to donate all of them to those who needed that money more than her and Hudson.

What had kept her mentally occupied was her exchange with Atlas this morning in the cemetery.

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"This is the type of thing you don’t know, so before you bother me... think about all of this."

For a full minute, Lola and Atlas stared at each other without another word. Thanks to the soft whistle of the wind, the silence didn’t completely conquer them.

Slowly, Atlas looked away from her. She couldn’t read him; she didn’t know what was inside his mind after she had said all of this. However, for her, this was the right thing to do.

It feels liberating, she thought. Now, if he still pursues me, then... I guess... I can try trusting him more?

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