The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 471

Chapter 471: Lola’s Atlas

Normally, Lola would be panting and falling asleep right after countless rounds of passion. But tonight, she simply... couldn’t fall asleep.

Lying on the bed with barely a sheet over her bare body, she lifted her hand in front of her. Her lips stretched softly as the faint light slipping through the slightly open curtain fell on her fingers. The ring looked rather simple, carved with tiny markings she hadn’t fully examined yet. But in her eyes, it was one of the most beautiful things she owned. Perhaps the most valuable of all.

Beside her lay Atlas, his arm stretched under her head like a pillow. For a quiet moment, he studied her side profile. Her lips curled, showing her teeth, and her eyes shimmered brighter than the ring itself.

"Do you like it?" he asked after a while.

Lola glanced at him, then giggled, rolling onto her side. She draped her leg over his body, the sheet rustling with her movement.

"I love it," she giggled. "I think it’s very pretty."

It didn’t look as fancy as one would expect from someone of his standing. But knowing him, this was exactly the sort of ring she expected.

"Why do you like it?" he asked, lifting her hand to admire the ring he had customized for her. "Its appearance was my only problem."

"Why would you say that?"

"Because I told multiple jewelers to make it more appealing. But they said they couldn’t do what I wanted unless I gave up its other functions."

"It is appealing," she laughed quietly, looking at the ring. "I don’t see any problem with it."

Her smile stiffened slightly as her brows furrowed. "Function?"

"Mhm." He hummed, reaching for the ring. But before he could take it off, Lola made a fist. When he looked at her, her expression twisted—almost defensively, like he was trying to steal it from her.

"I’ll show you," he said mildly. "Why would I steal it?"

"It’s mine," she pouted. "Give it back immediately."

"..." Atlas almost laughed. Her overprotectiveness warmed his heart more than he expected. It reassured him, too.

Slowly and carefully, he slid the ring off her finger, holding it between his thumb and index finger.

"This ring is something I designed," he began, his voice calm and low. He turned the ring between his fingers, examining every edge.

"You designed it?"

He shot her a side-eye. "Mhm. I didn’t want just another ring anyone could buy."

Surprise washed over her face. Her gaze returned to the ring, and her appreciation deepened immediately. He wasn’t a designer or a jeweler, yet he took the time to create the ring she would wear forever. Of all the jewelry she could ever own, this automatically became priceless—because it came from him, from his thought, his intention, his effort.

But that wasn’t all.

A breathy chuckle escaped him as he twisted the ring. "The problem I had with this ring was its appearance. Many jewelers sent me catalogs. Rings far more pleasing to the eye."

Lola turned to him, watching his profile closely.

"Compared to those, this lacked charm at first glance," he continued, slowly meeting her eyes. "But to make it more appealing, I would’ve had to sacrifice the vow I sealed inside it."

[Lola’s Atlas.]

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