The Billionaire Regretted Losing His Invisible Wife novel Chapter 215

Chapter 223 Enough obsessing

Mia’s POV

“Mom, you’re doing it again,” Alexander said, tugging at my sleeve.

I blinked, realizing I’d been staring blankly at the half-made breakfast on the counter. The eggs sat in the bowl, whisk abandoned mid-stir. How long had I been standing there?

“Sorry, sweetie. Just thinking about work.” I forced a smile and resumed whisking.

“Your thinking face is scary,” Ethan observed from his perch at the breakfast bar. “You look like Gas when he sees the vacuum cleaner.”

Alexander nodded solemnly. “And you keep checking your phone. Is it broken?”

I glanced down at my phone, which I’d checked no fewer than fifteen times in the past hour. No new messages from the mysterious Jackson Maxwell. Just the formal email from his assistant confirming our next meeting next week.

“My phone is fine,” I assured them, pouring the eggs into the heated pan. “Just expecting some important work emails.”

The twins exchanged a look. I recognized it immediately: They didn’t believe me.

“Is Thomas coming for dinner tonight?” Alexander asked, changing the subject as he often did when he sensed

tension.

“No, not tonight,” I replied, stirring the eggs. “I’m having dinner with Auntie Scar.”

“Will she bring presents?” Ethan perked up.

“Probably,” I admitted. Scarlett never could resist spoiling them. “But that doesn’t mean you should expect presents every time you see her.”

“But she always brings them anyway,” Alexander reasoned with four-year-old logic. “So we should expect them, right?”

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