Scarlett's POV:
James and I were happily playing on the sofa. He really seemed to like my hair a lot and he kept trying to grab it but he couldn't. All he could do was wrap his arms around my neck and giggled. "Do you like my new haircut?" Holding him in my arms, I pinched his cheek.
"Yes, Mommy. You are beautiful."
Looking at me with his bright eyes, my son kissed me.
His sweetness melted my heart and I felt as though I had just drank a bottle of honey.
"James, how can you just give kisses to your Mommy? What about Daddy?"
Charles was so annoying. He walked up to James, asking him to kiss him too.
James immediately buried his face in my arms. Pouting, he said, "No! No kiss Daddy."
With a frown, Charles stared at James with a hint of dissatisfaction in his eyes. They kept staring at each other, unwilling to compromise "Come here," Charles ordered with a serious look in his eyes.
He then stretched out his arms to James. Although James was stunned for a moment, he obediently went to his father, pouting.
"James, be a good boy and go home with your brothers later. Your mother needs some rest," Charles said in a patient voice, looking at our son, However, James give me a reluctant look.
Since I also did not want the kids to leave, I couldn't help but say, "I'm fine. Let them stay."
"I am not saying it because I don't want you to spend time with them. Once you are feeling better, and you're home, you are going to be with them all day. Right now, you are not strong enough to be holding them for too long." Charles denied my request irrefutably after glancing at me for a moment.
I curled my lips in response.
Just when I was about to argue with him, I heard his phone ring.
"Hello, Mom. What's up? Okay, I understand."
As soon as he disconnected the call, he turned to me and said "Mom will pick up the kids in the afternoon. So they'll be with you until then."
Those words were music to my ears.
Charles' POV:
The twins woke pretty soon, but they didn't cry at all. They just lay next to each other, playing.
Looking at their cute faces, my heart melted at once, and I could not help but feel a little upset.
I regretted putting them in trouble. If the twins had gotten hurt because of me, then I would never be able to forgive myself.
And the longer I looked at them, the more I felt like they resembled me, and I couldn't help but want to show them off.
I picked up Jerry and carried him in my arms. Turning to Scarlett, I asked, "Don't you think that Jerry looks just like me? Or do you think that he looks more like you?"
Scarlett glanced at me, lowered her head, and began peeling an orange for James, without saying a word.
Even after seeing that, I was unwilling to give up, so I asked the bodyguards to come in.
"Do you think he looks like me or Scarlett?"
In order to help them arrive at a fair conclusion, I raised Jerry in my arms, who smiled and gurgled.
The bodyguards glanced at each other, but they didn't say anything.
"What? Did I ask you a difficult question?" I retorted with a frown.
"I think that he looks more like Mrs. Moore," Richard said.
I told myself that Richard probably didn't have a good eye. It was clear that the twins looked just like me.
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