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?

iceberg that takes forever to melt. I have never seen him

you defending him?” Hayden snapped, rose to her feet. “Can’t

“I’m just being realistic…”

explain and didn’t notice that Anna was

left the studio before

in a

something wrong?” scratching his

“You didn’t. But women don’t need your rational analysis when they’re

what do

him a

side and

night, Hayden felt like she’s

home. She went to her company for some consolation but Dante only put oil on the fire. She wandered in the street purposelessly; the freezing cold chilled her to the bone. The

“Hayden?”

voice

whirled to see a flaky who covered his head with mask, scarf, hat, sunglasses.

have recognized Lyon

“It’s really you?”

down a little bit. “Hayden, what

“A stroll after dinner. What about

hotel gym was too crowded. And I want to

here for a night jog since his

and pointed at his protections, asked suspiciously. “Fresh air? I doubt that you can

choice.” He

“Want a drink?”

have anywhere go anyway, Hayden thought to herself, it won’t do any bad

store nearby. The waitress stared at Lyon for a long while when they were

but wasn’t so certain because of

“Takeout or dine-in?”

“Dine-in.”

Lyon said curly.

passed Lyon the cups,