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The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 40

Chapter 40: Priorities~

Lola had a dream.

In that dream, instead of the words, "I’m sorry, Miss Young. We can’t save them," it was, "Don’t worry. Your son is fine."

In that dream, instead of being wheeled to mourn her stillborn child, she was wheeled to see her healthy baby. Instead of grief, her tears were of pure joy as she held her child.

And in that dream, she had raised her baby, and he had grown just like Chacha and Second.

Perhaps that was one of the main reasons why she felt so quickly attached to the twins. Those two were about the same age as Lola’s child—if only she had been able to protect him. No wonder the heartbreak of letting them go felt just as painful as when she lost her child.

The only good thing about it was that they were fine. Second and Chacha would be fine. They had a father. Although he was strange, she wanted to believe he was, in his own way, a good one.

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Lola’s eyes flickered underneath her eyelids as a headache hit her like a truck. She hadn’t fully regained consciousness, but the throb in her head told her she was awake.

"Ugh," she grunted, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I really overdid it last night."

A deep sigh escaped her as she thought about the aftermath of drinking—the real reason she avoided drinks. Aside from the fact that it wasn’t enough to get her really drunk, the hangover felt like she had been poisoned.

"Ugh..." she trailed off, sniffing the air. A faint smell of coffee wafted toward her, mixed with something else. It smelled nice—manly, but very unfamiliar.

Lola sniffed a few times before an imaginary clap rang in her head. Her eyes snapped open in horror, realizing this scent was surely not Silo’s. But the moment she opened her eyes, she caught a leg casually resting over the other, swinging lightly.

She froze as her breath hitched in her throat, eyes wide open. She stared at those neat, fitted slacks, slightly pulled up due to his position, showing a hint of his ankle bone.

Slowly, she lifted her eyes, her huge eyelashes tilting to the side.

There, seated on the armchair, was a man. He was reading a newspaper while casually sipping a cup of coffee. The morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a shadow on one side of his face while the light illuminated the other.

"That..." she blinked once, twice, then many more times.

After a second, her mouth dropped. Still lying on the couch like a dead fish, her eyes were glued to his handsome face, and they widened even more.

What is this man doing here?

Lola opened and closed her mouth. She recognized him from long ago, and his face had dominated the international business news many times.

Am I still dreaming?

"At least you know." Suddenly, the man spoke. "Overdoing the drinking."

With a snap of his fingers, Lola abruptly sat up. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"Did I—" she gasped, almost choking as she stood to her feet.

Did she get into the wrong unit last night?!

She felt her entire world shake for a second with her abrupt movement, but let that be damned.

Lola got to her feet and swung her head down. "I’m sorry! I really am sorry!" she winced. "I didn’t mean to get in the wrong unit!"

"Mhm..." Atlas glanced up at her, humming so casually.

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