Sweet Twins

'I have to agree?'

Who in the world would dare to threaten Charles so blatantly except for his own son?

Charles was speechless. His son, whom he had singlehandedly raised for four years, preferred a woman he had just met. It made him feel like an utter failure.

In the morning, he woke up to something tickling his nose. When he opened his eyes, he saw Bobby caressing his nose with a long lock of hair.

"Daddy, get up and cook," Bobby whispered.

Cook? His son was crazy!

Charles' relationship with food had always been limited to just enjoying it. As far as he was concerned, cooking was none of his business.

Just when he opened his mouth to refuse, however, Bobby said, "If you don't get up and make breakfast, I won't go home with you. Think about it."

Like father, like son. This little boy was so cunning!

He left Charles with no choice.

Worried that Bobby would run away from home again if he didn't listen to him, Charles reluctantly said, "Okay, I'll cook."

"Good Daddy," Bobby said sweetly. Then, glancing at the woman beside them, he asked, "Daddy, don't you think Mommy is beautiful?"

Nancy was sleeping soundly with her hair strewn around her pillow. Charles looked at her soft and delicate face, her long eyelashes, and her beautiful lips, which were curved up into a slight smile.

It must be a sweet dream.

This woman... She was really pretty. Her beauty was more natural and comfortable to be around. There was something about her that attracted people to her.

Seeing his father staring at Nancy like he was in a trance, Bobby smiled and gave her a gentle kiss.

"Daddy, you should believe in your son's taste. Let her be my mommy, okay?"

"How childish!" Charles said with a snort, but he felt his heart skip a beat.

to avoid this conversation and went to

he finished frying an egg, he turned around

you're up," he said

gentlemen," Nancy

Did you sleep well last night?" Charles

replied insincerely while scolding him in her heart. How could she sleep well with a strange man by her

wasn't until dawn that she had

thrusting the plate in

and put it in her mouth. It was so salty

that bad?" Charles asked

it's okay. Anyway, don't trouble yourself. I'll make breakfast for you. Do you prefer Western food or Chinese food?" Nancy had almost said that she couldn't even

saying anything, Charles picked up the plate and roughly emptied the contents into

he has such

away?' Bobby

He's just sad that you didn't like his cooking. Can you forgive him?" Bobby

soon." Nancy opened the refrigerator to check what was inside. Fortunately, she

made some porridge, two vegetable dishes, and steamed

breakfast, you two," Nancy announced as she set the dishes on the

sentence made Charles' heart skip a

was how home should

Simple, sweet, warm...

was why Bobby liked her. Nancy was different from the snobbish women around him who were like peacocks fanning out their feathers, always ready to

"Mommy's cooking is so

"Yeah," answered Charles.

porridge on the table in front of Bobby and said, "Bobby, don't eat

you, Mommy," Bobby

time Bobby called Nancy "Mommy," Charles frowned while Nancy blushed. In just a matter of minutes,

his

"Bobby, don't call me

the word 'Mommy' makes me feel embarrassed. Do you understand?" Nancy

shook