The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90: Outgrow it... or never.

"Are you alright? You’re zoning out."

Lola’s mouth fell open, utterly dumbfounded by where her mind had just taken her. She looked back at him, the culprit messing with her head.

"Oh, my god..." she closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I didn’t just—"

Bitterness and shame quickly crept into her heart, clenching it so tight she wanted to disappear at that moment. How could she zone out and take this situation in such a different direction?

Confused, Atlas tilted his head. "Is there something wrong?" The moment the question left his tongue, he drew back as she glared daggers at him.

"Stay out of my head," she warned, pointing a finger at him. "Stay out of it."

"???"

"God," she scoffed, clicking her tongue as she strode off.

Watching her go, he furrowed his brows in confusion, his thought bubble overflowing with question marks.

"What did I do?" he wondered to himself.

He had simply caught her standing outside his bedroom. However, when she turned and faced him, she suddenly zoned out when he asked what she wanted.

Atlas arched a brow and glanced at his bedroom, then back at her retreating figure. "She’s the one who should stay out of my bedroom."

Otherwise, she might just end up getting trapped in it. The corners of his mouth curled up, and he shook his head. As he quietly reached for the doorknob, a thought crossed his mind.

Stay out of my head, Lola Young.

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Sleeping with the twins had become a routine Lola was starting to get used to. However, with how things unfolded, she ended up locking herself in another room next to it. Lying on the bed, with her feet touching the floor, she stared at the ceiling.

"Goodness, Lola Young," she murmured, burying her face in her palm. "What the hell?"

That was embarrassing, and even if Atlas didn’t know what had just happened in her mind, she would be embarrassed about it for the rest of her life. She ran her hands along her face before dropping one on her side while the other rested over her forehead.

"Lola..." she whispered, conflict flickering in her eyes. She closed her eyes and sighed heavily, calming her still-racing heart. "Imagination is for your craft, not for something like this."

Slowly, she rolled onto her side, her cheeks flushed beet red. Her mind replayed everything she had just imagined, her lips pressing into a tight, thin line. The more she thought about it, the more her body felt feverish.

"I am ovulating for sure," she muttered to herself, blinking ever so slowly. "...or, I probably still like him after all."

Another deep sigh escaped her as she closed her eyes, trying to calm herself and invite sleep. If sleep would even come tonight.

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[SHORT FLASHBACK]

"So? Why do you really like him?"

Lola and her mother, Loren, idled on the bed with their backs pressed against the soft headboard. They had been knitting together in peace while Lola talked about the chocolate recipes she had been trying.

Lola looked up at her supposedly sick mother, who seemed to find amusement in prying into her daughter’s little crush. She pursed her lips, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Mom, why do you always ask about him? You know I’m too young for this, right?"

"If I weren’t sick, I would’ve scolded you," Loren quipped. "But with my health, I’d rather see these phases sooner."

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