The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 405

Chapter 405: Want to Meet Them Too

Meanwhile...

"Hehehehe."

Lola giggled, lying comfortably beside Atlas on the couch of their outdoor patio as she showed him the clip of her scene in Angel’s Revenge.

"I’m good, right?" She hummed with a grin. "Baby, I think I’m going to be a star."

Atlas blinked slowly, eyes still fixed on the paused clip where her face was in a close-up. The scene was supposed to be serious, but with her makeup, it looked more like a parody. When he finally looked at her, he studied her expression.

The smile on her face was unlike any other. There was excitement gleaming in her eyes. Though she’d been excited many times before, there was something different about this one.

"You wanted to be a celebrity?" he asked out of pure curiosity.

Lola paused for a beat and raised her brows. "Not a celebrity, per se, but I used to want to pursue acting."

"What’s the difference?"

"A celebrity is someone famous who chases fame. Acting is something else. It’s... passion." She shrugged lightly. "Anyone can become a celebrity if they want to, but not everyone has the passion for acting. It’s a bit complicated, I guess."

It was, indeed, complicated for him. In his mind, acting and fame were the same, but Atlas didn’t point that out.

"I rejected the role at first, but they kept pressing me about it," she sighed. "Goodness. Now it’s come to this. Just what would people say now?"

Another deep sigh escaped her as if she hadn’t been grinning like a fool seconds ago. Even so, Atlas didn’t open his mouth. Remembering his brother-in-law Zoren’s advice—to understand women first before reacting—he kept quiet.

And right now, all Atlas saw was Lola’s excitement for the role despite her words.

"You should play it," he said in a low voice. Her brows rose as she looked at him.

Lola pouted. "You think so?"

"Mhm." He nodded, secretly sighing in relief that he’d bitten his tongue. "You’d have to worry more if you let someone else play it. I don’t think anyone could do it better than you."

"Ohh..." She puckered her lips and puffed her cheeks before leaning her body against him again. Her cheeks turned pink, her eyes gleaming as a tiny sweet voice slipped out. "You really think so?"

Atlas nodded, resting a hand on her back. "It doesn’t have a kissing scene, does it?"

"Huh?"

As the two stared at each other, Slater came happily skipping and flopped onto the other couch across from them.

"Hello~!" Slater sang, eyes gleaming at the sweet couple cuddling across from him. "Should we start sending out wedding invitations? You two look way too close. Is that a sign for a baby?"

Atlas and Lola turned to him.

"Where are those two?" Atlas asked.

"The twins?" Slater blinked, looking around. "Where did they go? I was with them earlier—they said they’d join you here."

"Should I check them?" Lola offered, but Atlas glanced at his watch and shook his head.

"Don’t bother," he said. "It’s their schedule to talk to their cousins and grandparents."

"Schedule?" Lola frowned. "I didn’t know they had one."

"Sis, you’d be surprised how packed their schedules are," Slater replied, wagging a finger knowingly. "Just because they make it look easy doesn’t mean it’s not hard."

"I’ll just check the twins," she said brightly, patting Atlas’s shoulder. "I’ll be back quickly."

Without waiting for a reply, she hurried back into the residence. As she walked, she shook her head.

"Why is it that when I imagined him getting jealous, it looked romantic?" she muttered to herself. "But somehow, all I felt was that he was about to give us a lecture on relationships."

Still, Lola didn’t dwell on it. She was used to everyone’s antics by now. She was just happy that Atlas understood her heart more than her words. After all, even though she’d refused the role again and again, once she actually played it, it felt like something inside her was healing.

Acting had once been a dream. Because of life’s hurdles, it had become a distant one. So even if she didn’t plan to pursue it anymore, getting to play a role—especially one close to her heart—was meaningful.

Her thoughts paused when she reached the family room and heard Chacha and Second’s voices. Peeking through the door, she saw the twins leaning over a small rectangular table with an iPad on it. They were chatting with someone on a video call.

"Mhm! Our Mommy cooked us dinner! It was the best dinner ever!"

"Our Mommy’s the best, Grandpa~! Your son is super lucky~!"

Their grandfather’s laughter echoed from the speaker, followed by his gentle reminder:

"You should always be nice to your mommy, alright? Listen to her and don’t stress her out."

Lola’s eyes softened as she took a step back, listening. After the grandfather’s words came a woman’s gentle voice—kind, affectionate. Everything they said was warm, full of goodness—words Lola had never once heard from her own family.

"I want to meet them too," she whispered.

Just then, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Fishing it out, her brows furrowed when she saw a name she hadn’t heard from in a long time.

"Hello?" she answered, the lingering smile on her face fading. "What? Lawrence Young—what?"