President’s Twins: Buy One, Get One Free

In Green Lemon’s studio, Dante was still busy designing. He had always been a night person. His apprentice Anna, however, already exhausted from her day job, was yawning all the time.

Footsteps coming from outside the studio broke the silence of the night.

“Who is it?”

Scowling, Dante took a glance at the door. Anna was shocked by his sudden question, rubbing her eyes, she was now less sleepy.

“Miss Downey.” She espied Hayden for n instant.

Hayden nodded as she entered the studio. The lights shed on her, rinsing the darkness obscuring her image off her.

She hadn’t gone home ever since she left the party because she’s certain that Joseph would definitely be there. And she couldn’t talk to him about Pola yet.

She seated herself on the couch while Anna poured her a cup of tea.

“Just came back from the party?” Dante broke off his designing and came sitting down across from Hayden.

Faintly, Hayden nodded an agreement.

“Why are you so down?”

Dante studied her, frowning. “Did someone annoy you?”

“Sort of.”

Hayden took a sip of the tea that Anna served her. Freshened, she asked Dante.

“What the hell is wrong with men, huh? A conniving bitch can always get you with just a little trick.”

“Come on, you are being biased.” Dante understood her insinuation instantly. “I can’t speak for others. But Joseph? Handsome and rich, he’s got girl coming on to him like iron being attracted by magnet. Even so, I’ve never seen him relent for any girl.”

Frowning, Hayden refuted. “Never? He’s as submissive as a puppet now.”

He believed whatever Pola said. How dumb is that?

takes forever to melt. I have never seen him smile

him?” Hayden snapped, rose to her feet. “Can’t I just find some

“I’m just being realistic…”

notice that Anna was making eyes to

studio

nap in a hotel

do something wrong?” scratching his

“You didn’t. But women don’t need your

do you

him

be on her side and

felt like she’s

some consolation but Dante only put oil on the fire. She wandered in the street purposelessly; the freezing

“Hayden?”

voice came behind

covered his head with mask, scarf, hat, sunglasses. By the sweat suit he‘s wearing, Hayden supposed he’s

Lyon but for his distinctive

“It’s really you?”

what are

a second. “A stroll after

hotel gym was too crowded. And I

nothing weird that he’s out here for a night jog since his

Hayden studied him a while and pointed at his protections, asked suspiciously. “Fresh air? I doubt that you can even breathe

have a choice.” He laughed as he grabbed

“Want a drink?”

thought to herself, it won’t do any bad just to kill

milk tea store nearby. The waitress stared at Lyon

wasn’t so certain because

“Takeout or dine-in?”

“Dine-in.”

Lyon said curly.

Lyon the cups, she whispered. “Are you