Lola’s efforts to eliminate any silly thoughts about Atlas were a real effort, to the point that she even dreamed of the past. And just when she thought that as long as she ignored and didn’t put any meaning into the man’s actions, and things would be fine, someone would suddenly say,
"Please marry First Brother!"
"Eh?" Lola scrunched up her nose, pulling her head back slightly. But the man pulled her hands closer as he leaned forward.
"Please," he said, lowering his head a little. "He’s a good person, even if it’s not obvious. His pockets are so deep you might find the Earth’s inner core. And he’s smart—a total package. Trust me, there’s nothing wrong with him, and there isn’t any catch. Please marry him as soon as possible... today is good too."
Her mouth opened and closed, her mind trying to absorb his rapid-fire remarks. But her brain felt like a non-absorbent sponge at the moment.
She had met this guy before—Slater Bennet—when they were young. That didn’t mean she hadn’t seen him in the present, as his face was everywhere. He was a superstar, after all. And now, this superstar wasn’t even giving her a moment to be starstruck because he was... selling his own brother.
Slater fluttered his eyelashes innocently, smiling from ear to ear as if that would add more to his sales pitch. Meanwhile, Lola just stared at him, completely dumbfounded.
"Okay?" he urged, nodding at her. "Yes?"
Before she could answer, two voices rang out.
"Best Uncle!" Chacha and Second echoed from the living area, making Slater and Lola turn their heads in their direction.
The twins, still in their pajamas, ran to them from Atlas’s room.
"Babies..." Slater let go of Lola’s hands, taking a step forward. He knelt and spread his arms wide, a beautiful smile on his face. "Oh, I miss you so, so much~!"
But then...
"Mommy~!"
Slater’s soft smile stiffened as the twins parted, running past him and jumping to Lola.
"Eh? Where did they go?" he peeked down at his empty arms, scrunching his nose. "Did I finally pass?"
Looking back, he saw the twins hugging Lola’s legs. She smiled at them before casting a conflicted look at Slater.
"Mommy, good morning~!" Second chirped, almost giggling. Chacha tugged her leg. "Morning, Mommy~"
"Good morning, Chacha and Second," Lola forced a smile, trying to ignore the look she was getting from the twins’ uncle. She squatted down, cupping their soft cheeks. "Hungry?"
"Mhm~!" The twins nodded in unison.
"I’ll make you breakfast then..."
"You don’t have to." Suddenly, Atlas’s voice was heard. He walked out of the kitchen as everyone turned to him. "Breakfast is ready." He then snapped his eyes to his brother, who was kneeling on the floor. "Right. Was about to say, my brother’s here."
Wasn’t that a little late now?
"... Yeah," Lola muttered under her breath. "I think I know that now."
****
Just the other day, it was only Lola, Chacha, and Second sharing breakfast. Then, Atlas had occupied the empty seat. Now, there was another addition to the table.
These people know... that this is my home, right?
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