Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 185

Chapter 185 Alex's POV

I sat on the living room couch, one eye on my laptop and the other on the twins playing in front of me. Ethan had lined up a row of toy cars, meticulously arranged by color, while Emma sat cross-legged with her sketchpad, furiously scribbling away. She was humming a tune I couldn't quite place...probably something Christiana had been singing around the house.

Work emails dinged on my phone every two minutes, but l ignored them. Today wasn't about business. It was about Ethan and Emma. After everything they'd been through, they deserved my undivided attention.

"Daddy, look at this!" Ethan's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. He held up a miniature sports car, his eyes gleaming with pride. "This is the Bugatti I told you about. It's crazy fast...top speed is over three hundred miles per hour!"

I set the laptop aside and leaned forward, feigning shock. "Three hundred miles per hour? That's faster than my car. Maybe I should hire you as my driver."

Ethan smirked, crossing his arms with the confidence of someone far older than five. "I'd be the best driver ever. You wouldn't even need bodyguards if you had me driving."

Emma rolled her eyes dramatically, brushing her hair away from her face. "Cars are boring," she declared, setting down her sketchpad and holding up a piece of paper. "Daddy, look at this."

She held up her drawing, and I felt a swell of pride. It was a rough sketch of a necklace design...simple yet elegant. Christiana's

influence w a s all over it, and the attention to detail w a s astounding for someone her age.

"Emma," I said, genuinely impressed, "this is amazing. Did you come up with this on your own?"

She nodded shyly, biting her lip. "I thought Mommy could use it for her next collection. Do you think she'll like it?"

"Like it?" I tapped the tip of her nose. "She's going to love it. You're really talented, kid."

Her face lit up, and she went back to shading her design with renewed focus. Ethan, however, wasn't done showing off.

"Emma, you always draw stuff. Daddy, l've got something better."

He walked over, holding up a second car. "This one's an Aston Martin. Not as fast, but it's way cooler. It's got more style."

I chuckled. "You're starting to sound like a car salesman."

Ethan shrugged. "Maybe I'll sell cars one day. Or build them. I'd make the best cars in the world."

Before I could respond, the front door opened, and James, my personal assistant, stepped in, followed by one of the bodyguards I raised a hand to stop them before they could speak.

"Everything's fine here?" | asked.

James nodded. "Quiet as ever, sir. But we've doubled the perimeter checks, just in case."

"Good. Keep it that way."

James hesitated, glancing at the twins. "Sir, there's a minor update from the legal team about Daniel's trial..."

"Not now," | cut him off, keeping my voice firm but quiet. "This isn't the time for that. Email me, and I'll look at it later."

James left without another word, and I turned back to find Emma watching me intently, her sketchpad forgotten.

"Daniel?" she asked cautiously, her tone soft but curious.

Ethan looked up from his cars, his expression instantly serious. "Is he in trouble again?"

I exhaled slowly, carefully choosing my words. "Yes, but you don't need to worry about him. Daddy's taking care of everything."