The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: My Husband

Lola smiled as she pulled the blanket over the twins’ bodies. After the wedding ceremony, she had enjoyed herself thoroughly—laughing, dancing, and downing a couple of drinks. Her mood had lifted even more when she saw Amala, Haji, and... well, Silo. Poor Silo drowned his heartbreak in alcohol all night, while Lola proudly paraded her hand around to make sure everyone saw the ring Atlas placed on it.

Everyone else had fun with games and drinks. The highlight of the night was the betting pool Penny started on about anything and everything. Lola joined for the fun of it... and, like always, she lost. A great reminder that Lola’s luck had always been consistently terrible ninety percent of the time.

"But my luck..." she murmured, her cheeks turning a faint pink. "I don’t mind having none, since my children seemed to have taken all of it."

Chacha and Second were blessed little beings, as if the universe had stacked all the good fortune in their favor. They survived the accident, and despite the bittersweet outcome, they found their father.

Lola sometimes wondered what would’ve happened if the twins had grown up under her care. But she never regretted the fact that Atlas raised them. And when the twins decided to search for their mommy, out of all the flights in the world... they ended up on the same one as Lola.

And their luck didn’t end there. It spread to everyone they touched. If blessings had names, they would surely be Chacha and Second.

A soft exhale left her as she stepped back from the bed. The whole family was staying in the palace for the night before flying out for their honeymoon. She had no idea where Atlas planned to take her, but she didn’t mind not knowing.

Quietly, Lola slipped out of the twins’ room, giving them one last look before switching off the lights and closing the door. She walked toward the mezzanine and peered over the railing.

Below, Atlas stood in his inner dress shirt, sleeves folded up to his elbows, speaking to Baby. Meanwhile, Baby listened dutifully while carrying a very unconscious Silo in his arms.

"It’s already late," Lola whispered, leaning against the railing as she studied her husband. Her lips curled upward, her eyes naturally censoring the sight of Silo’s limp body.

"My husband," she giggled under her breath. "That’s my husband right there."

Noticing their conversation winding down, she headed downstairs. Baby lowered his head respectfully and walked off—no doubt to deposit the wasted Silo into a bed before he vomited on one.

"Hello," Lola hummed as she sauntered up to her husband.

Atlas turned toward her the moment she spoke. As soon as she reached him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her toes. Her lips eagerly met his, stealing his breath as she deepened the kiss.

Atlas’s brows furrowed, and his hands settled on her hips, but before she could pull him closer, he gently broke the kiss.

"Hmm?" Lola blinked up at him, pouting. "Why?"

Atlas tilted his head slightly, studying her flushed face. She had clearly enjoyed a few drinks. He hadn’t stopped her because that wasn’t the point of today. She rarely got drunk, but the effects still showed on her cheeks and her sudden boldness.

"Baby," she whispered, leaning closer and fluttering her lashes dramatically. "You’re breaking my heart. Why did you pull away?"

Clack.

Lola flinched as something shattered nearby. Instinctively, she turned, and her soul froze.

Sitting on the couch set were Hugo, Zoren, Charles, Slater, and Finn. Penny was also there, and Jessa.

All of them were staring, wide-eyed. Their mouths open.

Atlas looked at them expressionlessly. "You saw us kiss during the wedding," he said coldly. "Don’t look surprised."

But they were surprised.

Sure, they saw the wedding kiss. But what they just witnessed was not a kiss. It was Lola seducing an avalanche wearing a suit. And the avalanche was welcoming it.

Everyone knew if they hadn’t been there, these couches they were sitting on wouldn’t survive the newlyweds’ heat.

Lola’s face grew even redder. She had been about to feel embarrassed or anxious about Atlas pulling away, wondering if she’d done something wrong.

But now? Now she wanted the floor to swallow her whole.

"Ahem!" Charles coughed, fist against his mouth. "You two should rest. We’ll... continue this conversation some other time."

Slam!

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