You, Me And Our Genus Twins

Chapter 7 Let’s Fight

Weylam could not believe what he was hearing. Hey, kids shouldn’t be gambling. And why did you have to be so roundabout about it? I don’t think we need to do any paternity tests anymore. This boy is Master Sebastian’s son. Since the boy could possibly be his employer’s son, Weylam entertained him. He knelt down on one knee and looked the boy in the eye. “What kind of game would you like to play, Master Joel?”

Buddy answered, “Easy. We’re betting on who’s going to win or lose.”

“I see.”

Weylam was about to say that he bet that Sebastian would win, but then Joel said, “I’m betting that my mom is gonna lose.”

Huh? I must be hearing things. I think I have to get more sleep. “Ah, so you’re betting that your mother is going to win, huh?”

I’m saying my mom is gonna

at him curiously, and a moment later, he

fighter. She took out the second-best fighter in one fell swoop. Well, Quinton might have been caught by surprise, and he might have held back because she’s your mother, but that doesn’t change the fact that she’s a decent fighter. We can see that clearly. If she’s that good a fighter, why are you betting

him and huddled closer. “I am not telling,”

not telling me, then why did you come so

bubbling up within him as he watched

he like kids, but for some inexplicable reason, he felt a sense of closeness to the boys, especially to the shorter one. He looked sweet, and whenever he smiled, it melted Sebastian’s heart. For some reason, he wanted to pat his head, hug him, and give him the entire world. He stooped down before

He pointed at Weylam’s head. “I want ten strands

trying to avenge his brother,

Sebastian looked at

anything about that. Weylam nodded. “Of course,