The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 63

Chapter 63: Shut it

Lola was stopped by the servers, but she told them she had forgotten something in the car. After she insisted on not being assisted, they let her go on her own.

In the past five years of her life, she had learned a lot, mostly the hard way. Just like now, Lola had also grown comfortable with someone once and ended up almost ruining her entire life. That situation was happening again.

Lola was getting comfortable with someone she shouldn’t have been. Vito and Atlas might be different, but they were both men who could make things complicated for her. So, this was not the time for Lola to go out on dinner dates with him.

I can babysit Chacha and Second, but him... I should draw the line.

Taking the same path she had previously taken, Lola walked down the hallway. There were other doors on each side, leading to other private dining rooms. Her steps were quiet, but not slow. Her strides showed no sign of stopping as she had already decided.

But then... as she was walking, the door several steps ahead suddenly slid open.

"Yeah, I know..."

Lola’s steps trailed off as she watched a man step out of the private dining room while talking to someone inside.

For crying out loud... Lola mentally hissed. Just how much does this world hate me?

Because right there, just ten steps away, was... Derek.

Why do I keep bumping into this abomination?

And to make it worse, she would bump into that cursed being at the times she was least in the mood. Lola winced as she tried to turn around and walk back to the rooftop. But then, she heard the gigantic red flag talking.

"You!"

She froze, keeping her head turned away.

Derek, on the other hand, squinted and tilted his head to see her.

"Hang on..." he muttered, taking careful steps until he was in front of her. The second he recognized the beauty, he clapped excitedly and grinned. "It’s you!"

I swear... after I burn the Youngs’ residence, this world’s gonna be next.

Lola clenched her teeth and let out a restrained huff. She forced a smile and finally faced him.

"Hey," she said, and sarcastically remarked, "Fate?"

"See?" Derek mused, his hands on his hips as he laughed. "I told you! This is fate! I am starting to believe in the theory of the red string of fate."

"Ha... ha...?" she laughed. Just where is this damn thread so I can put it around his neck?

Derek rubbed the tip of his nose, giving her a knowing look. "Miss, I’m starting to wonder if this really is fate or... do you know that I’ll be here?"

A vein protruded on her forehead, and the corner of her mouth twitched.

"Haha! I’m kidding! How would you know, right?" he laughed again, thinking his humor was funny. "I’m just humoring you."

That is not humor, that is a mental illness.

"Ahem! Anyway..." Derek raised his brows as he looked her in the eye. "Are you also dining here tonight? All alone? Or..." he trailed off, catching sight of the hallway she was walking from. "... are you lost?"

"No, I just fi—"

"What do you think?" he wiggled his brows, his smile so charming she wished she were blind.

Don’t do it, Lola. Extend your grace, she told herself, but then Derek spoke again.

Friends?

Friends?!

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