Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 640

Chapter 640: Questions

Olivia’s POV

Liam tore off sheets of paper and handed them out with the gravity of a professor. My three men sat in a row on the edge of the picnic blanket, looking like they were about to take the most important exam of their lives. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

"Okay! No peeking!" Liam commanded, sitting cross-legged in front of them while his brothers giggled beside him, clearly excited; if only they had any idea how disastrous this was.

Question 1: Mom’s favorite color!

They all scribbled quickly. I held up my own small slip of paper where I’d written the answer.

"On the count of three, show her! One, two, three!"

All three boards flipped around. Red.

"Correct!" Liam cheered. I gave a small, genuine smile. It was an easy start. Red was the color of my favorite dress, the color of the roses they used to bring me. For a second, the tension eased.

Question 2: If Mom could have any pet in the world, what would it be?

Levi and Louis didn’t even hesitate. They wrote down their answers with confidence. Lennox, however, took a moment, his pen tapping against his chin before he wrote a single word.

"Flip them!"

Levi and Louis both held up: Dog.

Lennox held up: Rabbit.

Louis scoffed, a bit of his old confidence returning. "Lennox, she grew up with Golden Retrievers. She talks about getting a lab all the time."

"She talks about a dog because she thinks that’s what a ’family’ is supposed to have," Lennox said, his voice calm, eyes never leaving mine. "But when she’s stressed, she watches videos of long-eared rabbits. She told me once, years ago, that she loved how quiet they were. That they didn’t ask for anything but a bit of clover and a safe place to hide."

I felt the air leave my lungs. I turned in my paper. Rabbit.

"How..." Levi whispered, looking at the paper as if it were written in a foreign language.

"I listen, Levi," Lennox said simply.

Question 3: Mom’s exact shoe size!

Louis and Levi both wrote down 7. It was what I usually bought. It was what was in the closet. Lennox wrote 7.5.

"Mom is a seven, Father Lennox!" Liam giggled.

"No," Lennox said, his gaze intense. "She buys a seven because she doesn’t want her feet to look big in heels, but by the end of every gala, she’s limping. Her running shoes and her ’comfort’ boots? Those are seven and a half."

I looked down at the paper in my hand. 7.5.

The silence that followed was suffocating. Louis looked like he’d been punched in the gut. He stared at his paper—the 7 that he thought was a sure bet—and then at me. I couldn’t meet his eyes. It was becoming painfully clear: Louis and Levi knew the version of me that I presented to the world. Lennox knew the woman who lived behind my ribcage.

The game continued, and it only got more awkward.

Favorite midnight snack? Levi wrote Salad. Louis wrote Chocolate. Lennox wrote Cold leftovers straight from the pot, specifically the spicy pasta he caught me eating at 2 a.m. years ago.

The place she wants to visit most? Levi wrote Paris. Lennox wrote A small cabin in the mountains with no cell service.

By the tenth question, the kids stopped cheering. Even a child could feel the shift. Lennox hadn’t missed a single one. He sat there, relaxed, almost bored, while Louis and Levi looked increasingly like strangers at their own table.

Liam swallowed and looked down at his papers, suddenly less excited.

"Okay..." Liam said slowly, clearing his throat. "Next question."

He looked up at them again, trying to smile.

"Mom’s favorite subject in school."

Levi and Louis relaxed a little this time. Finally, something solid.

They wrote quickly.

Biology.

Both of them.

Lennox paused.

Not long—but long enough.

His pen hovered over the paper, his brows drawing together as if he was sorting through layers of memories instead of facts. Then he wrote.

"Flip them!"

Levi and Louis turned theirs around with confidence.

Biology.

Liam nodded eagerly and turned to Lennox.

Lennox flipped his paper.

Literature.

Levi frowned. "No, that’s wrong."

Louis shook his head. "She loved biology. She talked about it all the time."

I felt my chest tighten.

Lennox didn’t argue. He just looked at me.

"She chose biology because she was good at it," he said calmly. "Because everyone told her it was ’practical.’ But literature was where she disappeared. Where she felt things without needing to explain them."

My fingers trembled as I unfolded my paper.

Literature.

Silence.

Levi stared at the word like it had betrayed him.

"But you dropped it," he said quietly, almost hurt. "You stopped reading as much."

"I stopped having time," I whispered before I could stop myself.

Lennox’s gaze softened—not victorious, not proud. Just sad.

Liam shuffled the papers again, his excitement now careful, like he was walking on thin ice.

"Okay... um... next one."

"Mom’s favorite place to think."

Levi wrote The garden.

Louis wrote The bedroom balcony.

Lennox didn’t write right away.

When he finally did, he folded the paper once—like he didn’t want to show it too easily.

"Show!"

Levi and Louis flipped theirs.

Lennox unfolded his slowly.

The bathroom floor, back against the tub.

I sucked in a sharp breath.

That one hurt.

I opened my paper.

It matched.

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