The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67: And For Once, I Wish I Were Wrong.

"Do you still bake chocolates?"

Lola froze, staring at him with slightly wide eyes. She had just taken a brief trip down memory lane, hearing her younger, more enthusiastic voice shouting her heart out.

He remembered?

As if he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell, Atlas scooped a spoonful of his soup.

"Enjoy it while it’s warm," he said, guiding the spoon to his lips.

But Lola didn’t move. Her mind went blank, her emotions at war—which would dominate first, shame or shock? Perhaps, both?

Slowly, a sense of shame crept into her heart at the thought of it.

When he glanced at her on his third scoop, she finally snapped out of it. Without a word, she picked up her spoon and took a sip. She tried not to think about it, but the memory bothered her.

That past moment was one of the many that made her cringe with embarrassment out of the blue. Knowing the person who rejected her still remembered it bothered her more than it should.

"Uhm." She cleared her throat and looked up at him, sporting a smile once she met his gaze. "Just in case a misunderstanding arises, I didn’t—"

"Don’t explain yourself to me," he interjected calmly. "I will not misunderstand you."

"You don’t even know what I was going to say."

"You were going to tell me you didn’t know the twins are mine, and that you’re not planning on using them to get close to me," he guessed without a second pause. "Correct?"

Lola blinked, speechless. "Are you a mind reader?" she blurted out.

"It’s written all over your face," was all he said, meticulously scooping the soup as if it required precision.

"And like I said," he trailed off, lifting his gaze to her, "I will not misunderstand you."

He resumed eating, and she stopped, simply staring at him. She opened her mouth, but no words came out. In the end, she gazed down at her soup, watching the soft ripples on the surface.

His words didn’t carry any other meaning, but for someone who had always been misunderstood and who had spent a lifetime explaining herself, hearing those words he said tugged at something in her heart. It was as if he knew exactly what she needed to hear.

"Then, thank you." Lola smiled. "I appreciate that."

He glanced at her and nodded. "You’re welcome."

Silence fell between them again. This time, however, it was different. Her shoulders weren’t as tense. Without even noticing, she felt relaxed and was able to enjoy the soup.

And he just observed, satisfied. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

After a while, the server returned to take their bowls and serve the next dish. Another appetizer, and like reading a script, he explained the dish with precise detail of what was in it and the story behind it.

"This is nice," she muttered, taking a bite and nodding in approval. She looked at Atlas and saw him nod in agreement.

"If you want more, we can request some to take home," he commented casually.

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