The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 87

Chapter 87: Yep, he is hard.

Lola and the twins happily skipped their way home, but the moment they walked in, the three of them froze. It wasn’t the strangely low temperature, as if the penthouse had become a gigantic fridge, that stopped them. It was the sight of a living sin seated leisurely on the couch, arms spread over the backrest, one leg resting over the other, eyes on the television.

But what stood out the most was that unclothed top for everyone to see.

"Hihi~" The twins’ bubbly giggles snapped Lola out of her thoughts, their small hands tightening their grip on hers.

"Father Sir~!" Before she could even look at them, they dragged her toward him. "Today was fun with Mommy~!"

"Mommy was amazing!" Second added enthusiastically. "She steps on people~!"

Chacha then tugged her hand. "Mommy, do you want to step on Father Sir?"

Lola’s hand involuntarily covered the twins’ mouths as she gazed at the half-naked man looking back at her. "Hehe. It’s not like that."

She definitely wasn’t teaching the kids to step on people, and she certainly had no intention of stepping on their father!

Atlas cocked his head. "Is that so?"

"Ye—yes," she smiled, but her eyes slid down to his firm abs, and she quickly looked away. "Anyway, did you eat? I mean, I’ll just make something—"

"Mommy, don’t worry!" Chacha pulled Lola’s hand from her mouth. "Second and I will do that!"

"Mommy worked hard today, so just sit and don’t worry about anything!" Second added. They yanked Lola’s hand, forcing her to sit an arm’s length from Atlas. "Just stay there, okay, Mommy?"

"Second, Cha—" Lola started, but the twins didn’t wait for a response as they rushed to the kitchen.

The moment they disappeared, her jaw dropped. Don’t leave me, babies!

Lola mentally winced, clasping her hands in her lap. She had made a mental note not to be left alone with him.

It’s okay. He should be the uncomfortable one here.

Slowly, she turned her head, only to see him staring at the evening news.

"Things have been crazy nowadays, huh?" She cleared her throat, making him snap his eyes at her. Lola smiled, mentally censoring everything below his neck. "Uhm... are you not cold? It’s a bit freezing."

"Not enough to numb my pride, though."

"Huh?" A flicker of confusion crossed her face, but she decided she wasn’t interested in what that meant. Shaking her head, she forced a smile. "Anyway, I’ll just help the twins or maybe take a short rest..."

As she spoke, she tried to sneak away, but a hand tugged the back of her collar.

Lola froze, her neck twisting as if it had rusted. "Yes?"

Without a word, Atlas yanked her back until she was leaning against the couch, just a palm’s length away. She froze, wide-eyed.

"Dinner is already prepared. The twins will only need to reheat it," he said flatly, releasing her collar and resting his hand on the backrest. "You can rest here."

"Here?"

"Mhm."

"With you?" she asked in disbelief, her eyes falling from the side of his face to his neck, then to his chest, abdomen, and navel.

God...

He’s seducing me, right? Or am I ovulating?

"Huh?" She froze, eyes dilating as she stared at a man’s chest up close. His chest.

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