Sweet Twins

Charles coughed jokingly, slightly hinting to Bobby that the latter should leave to give him some time alone with Nancy.

"Mommy, please help me take a bath, and read me some interesting stories after. You can leave me once I fall asleep!" Bobby uttered, biting the nail on his little index finger.

Then, he cupped Nancy's face, and with hopeful eyes, he reluctantly said, "Although...to be honest, I want you to sleep beside me."

"You're starting to be a big man now. You shouldn't be clinging to your mom anymore," said Charles, interfering immediately to get what he wanted. The coldness in his tone alerted his son as if sending a clear message that he didn't like how the latter was acting up.

"Fine!" Bobby answered unwillingly, pouting his lips to the extreme to show his discontent.

'Tss! If only I could have two mommies,' the little boy ranted in his head, glaring at his father without being noticed. His innocent mind thought it would be better that way so that his father could have one for himself.

'Why is there only one mother in our house? I need one and perhaps daddy too!' he wondered further as he walked towards his bathroom.

Just like he wished, Nancy bathed and told him stories until he fell asleep soundly. And once she was sure the boy was in deep slumber, she finally decided to leave the room.

With her shoulders slouched and head on the floor, she twisted the knob open only to bump into a muscular chest.

"Thanks for doing all of these even though you're really tired." Charles' hoarse voice penetrated her ears while his hand lightly brushed against her arm.

Slowly, she raised her head, and subtly removed his hands. "Charles, I came here today not just for Bobby."

Her soft voice sent sparks and heaps of hope into Charles' eyes. "Are you here for me?" he asked, almost breathless.

"No, I want to talk to you about something," Nancy answered with a deep sigh, much to Charles' disappointment. The latter had expected for something else, but clearly, the former wasn't giving in.

So, he instead turned around and walked to the bathroom. "I have to take a shower first. If you want to take a shower with me, you can come with me. If you don't want to, there is another bathroom around. Go in my bedroom and take your clothes there," he said before going to the bathroom.

Nancy was left in an utter daze, utterly clueless as to how his mood could change quickly. However, after a while, she just shrugged her shoulders and walked towards his bedroom.

She pulled the wardrobe open with both of her hands and was shocked to see what graced her sight.

She thought that there were only one or two sets of female clothes stacked in there, but she did not expect that a variety of them filled almost half the entire space.

the hanging clothing articles. As she carefully surveyed them, she discovered that all were new as the tags were still on. More

fitted for her body figure, making them look as if they

these for

she immediately grabbed her hair to brush off such a silly idea. There was

dressed first,' she thought before

for a

comfort she had been enjoying recently. And frankly, she was not happy with it and thought it was too

shower, Nancy thought of some ways on how she could resist Charles' generosity. Even when she was putting on her pajamas with a towel wrapped around her hair, her head was occupied with

out of the bedroom to look for Charles. However, the light on the

Where did he go?

her head around, a light from the other end of the corridor caught her sight. As if a magnet was dragging her in, she slowly walked

could be seen sitting on his

stared at the computer screen. Meanwhile, Nancy, who was standing by the door, could see all of

slightly heavy breath, she raised her hand and knocked on

He then went on and added, "Why

when she was still a young girl. She was wearing her two small pigtails while holding a yellow truck in her left hand and

two years

know, Charles had his bodyguards retrieve those photos

stepped foot inside, he immediately closed the laptop, afraid that Nancy would

a polite action to knock on the door?" Nancy asked while

his brows suddenly twitched upwards. The pajamas she wore fit her perfectly,

it was just pajamas––and not even a silky nightgown or lingerie––the girl's figure attracted his

hard, he raised his hand to touch his forehead,

the clothes." Nancy's delicate, white

strode towards the wine cabinet. "Want some red

if we can just have non-alcoholic drinks," Nancy answered indifferently, leaning against the

Nancy and a glass of red wine for himself. "Can we talk now? You said that you want to talk with me about something," he said

raised his