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?

hand. “Joseph is like a giant iceberg that takes forever to melt. I have never seen him smile to any girl except for

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

“I’m just being realistic…”

explain and didn’t notice that Anna was

the studio before he

rather take a nap in a hotel than to

I do something wrong?” scratching his head,

But women don’t

what do

him a

side and cuss

night, Hayden felt like

put oil on the fire. She wandered in the street purposelessly; the freezing cold chilled her to the bone. The merriness and festiveness of Christmas in the air were a contrast to

“Hayden?”

similar voice

who covered his head with mask, scarf, hat, sunglasses. By the sweat suit he‘s

Lyon

“It’s really you?”

what are you doing out

a second. “A stroll after dinner. What

too crowded. And I

he’s out here for a night jog since his hotel was in

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

a choice.” He laughed as he grabbed Hayden’s

“Want a drink?”

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

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

Lyon but wasn’t so certain because of

“Takeout or dine-in?”

“Dine-in.”

Lyon said curly.

when she passed Lyon the cups,