The Billionaire Twins Need A New Mommy! novel Chapter 711

Chapter 711: If I Die...

"Did I die in your dream again?"

Atlas blinked ever so slowly, staring at the face hovering over his own. Slowly, his arms stretched toward her. He pulled her down into his arms, exhaling deeply as his hand rested on the back of her head.

Lola’s brows twitched up, her head resting on his chest.

His heart...

It was racing as if he had run a full marathon. His expression remained as calm as a lake, and even though his complexion was a little pale, one wouldn’t think he had just had a horrible dream. But his heart surely told her everything.

She glanced up briefly before deciding to relax her body against him. Pressing her lips into a thin line, a shallow breath escaped him.

"How did I die this time?" she asked quietly. "Did I get shot in the neck again?"

Atlas didn’t answer immediately as he steadied his breathing, eyes on the ceiling.

"No," he whispered. "You were on a mission... and Scarlet was able to take your body home."

"A lot of us died?"

He hummed. "Haji and Izu did too. According to the reports, it’s because they didn’t leave you behind and helped you so the rest could go."

"How did Scarlet retrieve my body, then?"

"She went in."

"In where?"

He didn’t answer at first, thinking of the details he remembered from his last dream. "I don’t know. All I know is that she said she went in when she saw everyone else. But she only managed to get you back, not the others."

Silence fell between them as she pressed her lips into a thin line.

For a while now, Atlas had been having strange dreams. She forgot when it started, but he said he usually dreams of something. At first, his dreams were vague—things he would usually forget when he woke up.

But since Henrik’s disappearance, Atlas had been having these strange dreams. They had been growing more frequent, too... and repetitive.

First, he dreamt of Lola getting shot in the neck right in the Order’s territory. He woke up that time so abruptly that everyone in their small office—where they were investigating Yuri—was startled. No one had ever seen Atlas wake up like that. Adding to that, he immediately checked the windows and ordered Allen to raise security in the territory.

They didn’t dwell on it, but lately, Atlas had been riddled with these nightmares.

It’s... been three days, she thought. That’s right. That’s how long it’s been since Henrik disappeared.

"I’m not going to die," she hummed, patting his shoulder lightly. "You know that, right?"

Slowly, Lola peeled herself away from him and propped herself up with her arm. She looked him in the eye, her lips curling into a smile.

"I don’t want to say it’s just a dream, but... I will be careful," she nodded reassuringly. "Very careful."

Atlas blinked ever so tenderly, brushing her cheek with his thumb.

"The kids were really sad," he said. "They kept crying this time."

Her smile softened. "Did you comfort them?"

"No."

This made her sad, but it was better to say it now, just in case. Still, she shook her head and contradicted herself with a mental note: fat chance. As if she would die just like that.

Even if the author of my life writes ten death scenes, I’ll live.

He probably thought it was real for a second, she thought.

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