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.

know what to say. He couldn’t guess at what his mother’s personality

could only stand there awkwardly, not moving

sit with me. It’s

Maisie finally spoke.

living room and

with her to

a big house, and the décor was

people to decorate the place

was living here. There were famous paintings hanging on a wall with delicate, beautiful artisan pieces. All in all, it was a room

but 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

even and quiet. She didn’t seem to be in a panic over

seem to mind

year, so I found a professional to treat you psychologically, which led to you forgetting a lot of memories of those years. I’m sorry, Mom. You might find them

still told Maisie the lie he’d prepared – sickness requiring psychiatric intervention causing memory loss – instead

Maisie smiled mildly.

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,

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

his mother’s pain, and felt both

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

to stroll around outside, so long as you bring bodyguards and men,

her

going out with the weather so cold. When it’s spring

didn’t try to say anything else about that, of course. His mother’s wishes came first on

Maisie brought something else

married seem to have vanished into thin air, but I had the butler talk generally about my experiences. I’d wanted to do something, but I always felt like it’d be best to wait for you to come

you want

while Maisie