Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 183

Just then, the door swung open.

Xavier stepped out, his tall frame filling the doorway.

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Isabella looked up, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Wasn’t he supposed to be in his own room?

What was he doing in hers…

Their eyes met briefly before Xavier walked right past her without a word and disappeared down the hall.

Isabella opened her mouth to say something, but he was already gone.

Suddenly, she felt a small, insistent bump against her leg.

“Hey, buddy… did you miss me?”

With one hand still bandaged, Isabella crouched down carefully and used her good hand to gently stroke the little boy’s cheek.

His eyes were rimmed red and glossy, his lower lip pushed out in a stubborn pout as he stared up at her- equal parts hurt and frustrated.

But just as her fingers grazed his skin, he turned away abruptly and marched back into the room alone, his small shoulders stiff with annoyance.

“Mrs. Moore, the little one’s pretty upset,” one of the housestaff whispered, leaning closer.

“He waited up for you last night, but then we got word you wouldn’t be coming home…”

“He hasn’t eaten a thing since yesterday. Mr. Moore only came by earlier because he was worried.”

The staff explained in hushed, piecemeal phrases, but Isabella caught the essence.

Xavier had come straight to the child’s room after returning. The staff had lingered outside, anxious the boy might be having a hard time.

But now that she thought about it, the room had been awfully quiet.

There hadn’t seemed to be much conversation, yet the atmosphere felt strangely calm.

“I understand. Thank you–you’ve all had a long day, please go get some rest.”

Though the staff hesitated, wanting to stay and assist, Isabella insisted gently until they finally withdrew with reluctant nods.

Once the door clicked shut, Isabella found her son sitting alone on the living room sofa, tapping away at a game on a tablet.

He looked a little pitiful, but mostly just sulky.

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For a moment, she couldn’t shake the feeling that the child in front of her wasn’t Jason—it was Skyler Did twins start to mirror each other more as they grew?

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Isabella walked over and settled beside him. Her gaze drifted to the lunch tray on the side table–about half the food remained.

There was one empty plate, one set of fork and spoon, but they were placed diagonally across from where Skyler sat.

She thought of Xavier. All those attentive staff hadn’t been able to get the boy to eat… What had Xavier done to manage it?

Had he fed him himself?

An image flashed in her mind–Xavier in a domestic role, patiently spoon–feeding their son–and a faint involuntary smile touched her lips.

“Finished eating already?”

Isabella kept her tone soft.

Skyler didn’t answer, his attention fixed on the game–until his character suddenly got taken down by a monster. His little face scrunched up even tighter.

“You’re such a picky eater… didn’t touch the veggies, left half the rice. Since when did you start acting just like Skyler?”

Isabella teased lightly.

It wasn’t a harsh remark, but it landed with unexpected weight.

Skyler, who had been fully committed to his sulk, felt a jolt of panic. Oh no… Does Mom figure it out?

Then Isabella mixed the leftover rice gently with the remaining food and lifted a spoonful toward him. “You haven’t eaten since yesterday… a couple of bites won’t fill you up. It’s still warm–let me help you with a little more, okay?”

Skyler didn’t dare push back or refuse this time. He accepted the bites obediently.

Truth was, he hated being fed like this. But Jason, that clingy little guy, loved it…

Getting him to eat lifted Isabella’s spirits noticeably.

She shifted closer, drew Skyler into her lap, and wiped his mouth tenderly.

“Jason, Mommy had something important to handle yesterday. That’s why I couldn’t make it home. It was my fault–I should’ve been here with you. Can you forgive me? Please don’t stay upset with me.”

Her words were so earnest and gentle that Skyler’s little heart softened instantly.

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His wide, damp eyes lifted to hers. After a few seconds, he gave a firm nod and buried his face against her shoulder.

He wasn’t really angry anyway–just worried.

Mom is hurt. Dad is hurt too…

Neither of them had come home all night.

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