The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Here To Stay

[Penthouse]

"..."

Lola opened her mouth, then closed it again. Her face contorted more with every passing second as she stood in the middle of the walk-in closet.

The question that had been in her mind? She just got the answer unexpectedly.

"When... did they get their things in my place?" She blurted out in disbelief, slowly spinning in place to scan the entire wardrobe.

All the empty closets and drawers were now filled with men’s clothes—ranging from formal attire to casual wear, and a bit of nightwear. Then, on the other side, there were kids’ clothes for a girl and a boy.

Lola just landed in the country a few days ago, so the walk-in closet wasn’t full. But now, it was! Even the accessory rack was stuffed to the brim—twins’ and their father’s accessories, a few of Lola’s, and some other women’s jewelry that weren’t hers.

These weren’t clothes for vacation.

With all of this before her, it seemed like they—the father included—were here to stay.

"Hah—" She narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. "No way, right?"

A light chuckle slipped past her lips as her eyes swept across the clothes in her place. Chacha and Second were fine, but their father? That was just ridiculous.

"There’s no way Atlas will be that shameless to live in a stranger’s home." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

RINGGGG!!

Her thoughts halted as the buzz from the main entrance suddenly echoed through the penthouse. Lola flinched, looking up before glancing at the door. Without a word, she sauntered outside straight to the monitor doorbell attached to the wall.

"Lola, you awake now?" Standing outside was Silo, carrying a bag of hangover soup and some medicine to ease her hangover. "I brought you some soup and meds."

Lola just stared at the monitor with her arms crossed.

"Lola?" Silo frowned, quickly pulling his phone out to call her. But just as he rang her phone, Lola pressed a button on the monitor.

With that, she turned and walked back to the closet to get changed.

Meanwhile, Silo raised his brows as he heard the door buzz open. When he walked in, his steps weren’t as careful as they had been. After all, just yesterday, he nearly had a heart attack because the twins pranked him. But they were gone now.

"Lola, I brought you some soup!" he announced, making his way to the dining room. "I’ll heat it up, so come out once it’s done!"

His steps slowed as he reached the dining area, catching sight of some leftovers under a food cover lid. Lifting it, his brow furrowed.

"She cooked?" He cocked his head to the side. "Doesn’t she always have a terrible hangover?"

Lola might have a strange tolerance for alcohol, but the aftermath often left her paralyzed.

"Well," he shrugged, still heading to the kitchen to transfer the soup.

Once Silo finished heating it, he simply placed the bowl next to the other leftovers. Walking back to the living area, he looked around and sighed.

"She’s probably still very sad," he said, staring at the coffee table where the twins would usually spend their time waiting for Lola.

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