The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: You’re Mine Now. Remember That

[Short Flashback]

"How do you even write these scenes without experiencing them?"

Silo had his eyes covered with his hands, his fingers spread just enough to peek at her illustrations. The tips of his ears reddened at the explicit drawing. He and Lola were seated on the floor around the small table in her tiny apartment.

"Oh, my god!"

Lola chuckled as she retrieved her tablet from him. "Goodness. Silo, you’re already old. Don’t you watch porn?!"

"Hey!"

"Hahaha." She laughed, snapping her eyes back to the explicit illustrations she had drawn. "I don’t need experience for these. All I need is imagination."

She smacked her lips, her mind drifting briefly. She only snapped out of it when Silo suddenly asked,

"Where did you get the inspiration this time?"

"Huh?"

"This new character," he pointed out. "You always base your characters on people. So who is this guy? A celebrity?"

Lola blinked, then answered him with a smile. He still nagged as usual, but she didn’t budge. Once Silo left, Lola idled on the floor, staring at the new character design she had drawn. Moments later, she closed the tab and checked the business news out of curiosity.

The most recent article she read, not long ag,o automatically popped up. Displayed on the screen was someone she had known from the past. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

Atlas Bennet.

"If Silo just looked closely, he wouldn’t have asked," she muttered, the corners of her lips curling. "Goodness. How does this guy just get better-looking with age? He’s still as dreamy as I remembered him."

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The warm morning sun filtered through the window, hitting her shut eyes directly. Her brows knitted as her eyes flickered beneath her lids. A soft groan escaped her dry throat before she slowly opened her eyes.

Lola blinked weakly, taking in the sight around her: the same wooden walls and furniture. She gulped, glancing at the window where greenery and trees basked in the morning light.

Last night...

"..." Lola stilled, feeling her body for any signs. There was none. No pain, no soreness, nothing.

A shallow breath slipped from her lips as she closed her eyes again. "It was a dream, wasn’t it?"

Damn it.

A wave of disappointment swelled in her chest, making her feel pathetic. She dreamed of him with her eyes closed and even with them open. Pathetic to be fantasizing about a man who could be hers... or not.

Her dry lips quivered; she bit down lightly. A faint tang of iron brushed her taste buds, but she ignored it, keeping her eyes shut to recompose herself. She tried to muster the courage to move, to get up, to pretend her mind hadn’t taken her to heaven, only for her to wake to reality.

But then, the door opened.

Lola’s eyes opened instinctively. She turned her head, catching Atlas stepping out of the small bathroom with only a towel hanging around his waist.

His torso was bare, with toned muscles glistening with droplets of water trickling down his abs. He dried his hair with a towel as he stopped in front of the closet to grab clothes.

Should I blame him for my declining mental health for walking around like this? Or should I blame my dirty mind?

Before she could answer her own thought, Atlas turned his head in her direction. The moment his eyes landed on her, she quickly shut hers and turned away.

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