The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 270

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Chapter 270 Scarlett won’t get back together with Morton

**Mia’s POV**

Thomas remained silent for a moment, simply holding me tightly in his arms.

“I know,” he finally whispered.

“I miss you so much.” His hand found mine under the blanket, and our fingers naturally intertwined.

“I miss you too,” I said softly.

“Thomas, I was with Scarlett today, and we ran into Morton,” I said.

There was no response for a long time. I waited

I turned my head and saw that Thomas had fallen asleep again

His breathing was already growing slower, deeper.

His face looked peaceful in the dim light filtering through the curtains. The tension lines around his eyes had smoothed out.

I leaned against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Outside, the rain had finally stopped. The only sound was the occasional drip of water from the fire escape onto the courtyard below.

I fell asleep quickly, wrapped in Thomas’s warmth.

When I woke up, it was already late. Sunlight was streaming through the bedroom windows, and I could hear voices from the kitchen. My phone showed three missed messages from Camille.

I replied quickly that I would go to the office in the afternoon to handle everything.

Thomas was no longer beside me in bed. Following the sound of laughter, I could hear him in the kitchen with

the twins.

I wrapped my robe around myself and padded toward the noise, my bare feet silent on the hardwood floor.

Thomas was standing at the stove, flipping what smelled like his famous chocolate chip pancakes, while Alexander and Ethan sat at the counter, still in their dinosaur pajamas.

“Uncle Thomas, make mine look like a triceratops!” Alexander was saying, bouncing excitedly on his stool.

“And mine should be a brontosaurus,” Ethan added with his usual precision. “Because they’re herbivores like

me.”

“Since when are you a herbivore?” Thomas laughed, pouring batter into the pan in a rough dinosaur shape.

“Since yesterday when Mama explained about the happy cows,” Ethan replied seriously. “I decided I don’t want to eat anything that used to have feelings.”

Thomas caught my eye over the twins‘ heads and grinned.

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I softly said, “Good morning.”

The boys immediately swiveled around on their stools. “Mama! Uncle Thomas is making dinosaur pancakes!”

“And he said he brought us presents from Chicago!” Alexander added.

Thomas immediately came over and kissed me, his lips warm and tasting faintly of coffee. “Morning, beautiful. Sleep well?”

“Better once you got home,” I said.

“Boys, why don’t you finish setting the table while I talk to your mom for a minute?” Thomas suggested.

They obediently slid off their stools and began arranging napkins and silverware with the exaggerated care of children trying very hard to be helpful.

Thomas reached into his travel bag, which was sitting on the counter. “Of course I didn’t just bring gifts for the children.”

He pulled out a small, elegant box and handed it to me with that slightly nervous smile he got when he was hoping I’d like something.

Inside was a simple but clearly expensive Patek Philippe watch. The face was classic white with rose gold accents, and the leather band was buttery soft.

“Oh, this is quite expensive,” I said with a smile, running my finger over the smooth surface.

He just smiled and helped me put it on, his fingers gentle as he fastened the clasp. “It suits you well.”

The watch felt substantial on my wrist, the kind of luxury I wasn’t entirely comfortable with but couldn’t deny was beautiful.

I looked up at him suspiciously. “Did you do something wrong? I’m not someone who can be bribed.”

Thomas raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “Maybe. So I’ve already prepared lunch.”

“Bribery and food?” I laughed. “You must have done something really bad.”

“Uncle Thomas brought us presents too!” Alexander announced from across the kitchen, apparently finished with his table–setting duties.

“What kind of presents?” I asked.

Thomas reached back into his bag and pulled out two boxes. “Chicago–themed Lego sets. A miniature Willis Tower for Ethan, and a Cubs baseball stadium for Alexander.”

The boys‘ faces lit up like Christmas morning.

“Can we build them now?” Ethan asked eagerly.

“After breakfast and after you get dressed,” I said, using my mom voice. “But yes, you can work on them today.”

“Yes!” Alexander pumped his tiny fist in the air.

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Thomas finished the last batch of pancakes, and we all settled around the kitchen table for breakfast. The twins chattered excitedly about their Lego plans while systematically destroying their dinosaur–shaped pancakes. “Uncle Thomas,” Ethan said between bites, “why did you have to go to Chicago? Is it because of work?”

“Yes, buddy. Sometimes grown–ups have to travel for their jobs.”

“Do you like traveling?” Alexander asked.

“Sometimes,” Thomas replied. “But I always miss you guys when I’m gone.”

“We missed you too,” Ethan said matter–of–factly. “Mama was grumpy yesterday.”

“I was not grumpy,” I protested.

“You made that face you make when the toaster doesn’t work,” Alexander observed.

Thomas laughed. “The frustrated face. I know that one well.”

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