Rotten Twins: Making a CEO a Daddy novel Chapter 126

Mark drove them home after eating and drinking to their heart’s content.

Once downstairs, Hansel turned to him. “Daddy, aren’t you coming up?”

“I need to head over to the office to attend to a matter.”

Hansel nodded.

“Daddy, I will miss you. I will pack up my stuff and wait for you to pick us up,” Gretel said before giving Mark a kiss.

However, Lyla had the feeling that the focus was not on missing Mark, rather she was in a hurry to move into that place.

“Daddy, we’ll get going then.”

Hansel and Gretel were ready to head up the stairs.

Without a word, Lyla followed behind them.

“Wait a minute.”

Mark cried out as he got down the car. He looked at Hansel and Gretel. “You two should go upstairs. I need to have a word with your mommy.”

Lyla. “...”

Why was a chill creeping up her spine? What good would come from Mark having a word with her?

“Oh!” Hansel and Gretel exchanged glances before making a move up.

Standing a meter away from Mark, Lyla spoke with a smile, “Mr. Pattinson, what’s the matter?”

With Mark coming forward a step, Lyla’s reflexes took her back a step.

Her actions caused a frown on Mark’s face.

“What’s up with you?”

“It’s just reflexes. I didn’t think...” Lyla threw her hands up in the air, indicating that it had nothing to do with her. It was not like she could do anything with her body putting her guard up against Mark.

“Reflexes, huh?” Mark lifted his brow.

The smile gave Lyla the chills. She gave a nod but Mark reached out the next second, pulling her into his embrace.

Meeting at the tip of their noses, they were merely a touch away from kissing.

“You—” Lyla scowled at him.

“It’s just my reflexes.” Mark grinned in a helpless manner.

Lyla. “...”

“What do you want to talk to me about?” Looking at him, Lyla asked.

“We are not done with the subject of importance today...” Mark answered.

Speaking of this, Lyla’s face began to blush. Fortunately for her, it was at night so it was not showing.

“What subject of importance?” With downcast eyes, she played dumb and asked. Lyla had to admit, Mark, at this very moment, was full of charm. As her heart raced, Lyla was unsure on how to deal with her emotions.

Mark’s heart was throbbing for Lyla at the moment as well. He was content to witness a rare sight of quietness and docility in her.

“It’s regarding my future happiness, of course.”

Lyla. “...”

Mark was leaping for joy within because of the bashful look on her flushed face.

“You wanted to talk to me about that?” Raising a brow, Lyla threw the question back at him.

“What else could it be?”

“I’m heading upstairs.” Lyla was ready to leave but refusing to let go, Mark held onto her.

“You—”

“Lyla Lowe, I have a place in your heart, am I right?” He whispered.

Lyla held her tongue.

“I’m not going to force you but I have a request.”

“What?”

“When you’re ready to accept me, please give me a little sign, just a little is enough,” Mark uttered.

For the proud and haughty Mark to speak in such a tone to her, she would be lying if she said that Mark’s presence did not cause an impact in her mood and life.

Only, was there a place for him in her heart?

Lyla had not sat down and thought about this question before. It could be said that she had been avoiding this question because she had no idea how to face it.

Meeting his eyes, Lyla bobbed her head.

Mark let out a smile. “I don’t know what’s holding you back, but Lyla, I trust that one day you will accept me wholeheartedly,” He firmly muttered.

Lyla smiled. “Well, you have to work on it, since you’re so sure about it.”

“Don’t worry, I will.”

With that, they stared into each other’s eyes, overwhelmed by an unspeakable emotion.

Lyla lowered her gaze. “It’s really late. The kids are still waiting upstairs. I should head up.”

Just as Lyla was about to leave, Mark gave her a gentle tug and planted a kiss on her lips.

She wanted to push him away but her arms gradually released its hold at the thought of his earlier words.

“Why is he still calling you this late at night?”

“Nothing. Let’s continue with our sleep.” J proceeded to embrace his girlfriend to catch some sleep.

Following the phone call, Mark sat on the chair wide awake. With his eyes looking out, he got up and slowly made his way to the bay window. Gazing at the night scene outside, his mind harked back to recent events and he did not realize the smile on his lips...

…...

The next day.

Since today was Sunday, Lyla did not need to work. After waking up without an alarm clock, she walked out to a pile of stuff in the living room.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re packing. Daddy will be coming to pick us up later,” Gretel answered.

Then it hit Lyla that today was moving day.

Seeing that they were almost done packing, Lyla uttered, “Help me pack up later too.” With that, she went to the bathroom to freshen up.

Hansel. “...”

Gretel. “...”

The pair were rendered speechless.

There was no one else in the world that would put their kids through the hassle, except Lyla.

“Mommy, we left breakfast on the table. Don’t forget to have it.” Hansel reminded her.

Sometimes he wondered who was the adult and who was the child.

“Got it. Thank you, darling.”

After washing up, Lyla came out and went straight to the dining table. While eating, she watched as Hansel and Gretel hustled back and forth from the living room and bedrooms.

Acting as though it was none of her concern, Lyla indulged in the meal.

Gretel had focused on herself. She packed up her own stuff and finally relaxed once she checked that nothing was missing. The rest was in Hansel’s hands. Not only did he have to take care of his things, he had to pack for Mommy too, and some other miscellaneous stuff.

Only god knew what would happen to Lyla and Gretel if it were not for Hansel, but Hansel had no complaints. It was his life mission to take care of them.

It was his lifetime goal to protect them from harm. Hence, Hansel would quietly handle it no matter what it was.

By the time Lyla was done with her breakfast, everything was ready to go. Glancing at the suitcases and the empty house, Lyla sighed with emotion. How great it was to have a son.

It was better than having a daughter.

People said that a daughter was the apple of her mother’s eye. Gretel was basically a mini version of her — lazier than her, and more pompous as well.

With that in mind, Lyla dwelled in self reflection. Gretel was this way because she was a mirror of her mother!