Pregnant With Twins: My CEO’s Tricky Love

Ever since Vincent had departed D City, Maisie’s mental state hadn’t shown any problems.

Robert had been worried that Vincent might have done something in secret instead of following his request to the letter.

But his men had looked after his mother all along and nothing unusual had come up.

Now he’d moved the whole family to the mansion on the side of the hill.

Of course, it was a wide area here, with several houses built.

His mother was staying in a small house with two stories, about two hundred square meters, with two servants taking care of her regularly.

Outside that house was a delicate little flower room. It was winter now, but the room was a glasshouse, kept temperate, and beautiful flowers were still blooming inside.

According to the servants’ report, his mother spent a lot of time painting inside this glasshouse. Occasionally, she played the piano here as well, leading peaceful days.

That was what Robert had hoped for as well. It was the afternoon when he arrived, and it was almost dark out. His mother was inside the flower room.

He watched as Maisie bent down, lowering her head over a flower, seemingly enjoying its fragrance.

Robert’s heart inexplicably settled.

Even though he couldn’t remember his past memories, he’d never felt like he was distant from his mother.

He cared about her, and seeing her like this now, nowhere near as painful and hateful as before, Robert heaved a sigh of relief.

He stood at the door to the glasshouse, while Maisie picked a few flowers inside.

She turned around, her gaze meeting Robert’s in the doorway.

what his mother’s personality was like now, and he didn’t even know what

stand there awkwardly,

with me. It’s

Maisie finally spoke.

a few flowers into the living room and put them in

with her to

big house, and the

had told his people to decorate the place according to

here had apparently been bought up while his mother was living here. There were famous paintings hanging on a

it’s also a bit sour. The butler had shown me your photos, but meeting you still made me jolt. I’ve got such a grown-up son now. My memories still seem stuck twenty years in the

and quiet. She didn’t seem to be in a panic over losing those memories,

peace, and didn’t seem to mind it too

shot. We didn’t manage to treat you all throughout this year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you forgetting a lot of memories of those

told Maisie the lie he’d prepared – sickness requiring psychiatric intervention

Maisie smiled mildly.

apologize to me. If I’m sick, I should have been treated. I’m not sad about losing those memories. These days feel peaceful. I’d wanted to go out and take a walk, but the butler and secretary said that there’s been some issues with you overseas, and that it’s dangerous, so I shouldn’t be going

what I liked. Painted, read, made little pop art pieces, wiling whole days away just like that. I don’t feel that it’s unbearable, but I’d only wanted you to hurry back. They said you were in danger, after all. Now that you’re back safely, I can rest easy. You’re my son, after all. With all I’ve forgotten, I still

words, Robert thought back to his mother’s pain, and felt both sour

having a mother so even and at peace. He liked having

long as you bring bodyguards and men, you can go out even now. If you

shook her

reason, I don’t feel like going out with the weather so cold. When it’s spring and everything is in bloom, I’d like to go to someplace I choose

try to say anything else about that, of

brought

air, but I had the butler talk generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I always

want me to

immediately, while Maisie showed a sorrowful