The Mocked Miss’s Hidden Crowns novel Chapter 2045

'Two sons...'

Catching Anthony's thunderous glare, Kenneth seized the opportunity to twist the knife, desperately fighting back a grin. 'You're a lucky man, you old fox.'

Anthony's brows knit together fiercely as he shot him a lethal glare.

If this was luck, he could happily shove it.

'Hahaha.'

Kenneth burst into bright laughter, gently placing the swaddled baby with the scrunched-up face next to Charlotte. 'Lottie, this is the older brother.'

Charlotte lowered her gaze, her eyes landing on the tiny infant's face.

His skin was incredibly fair, his hair thick and dark, and his soft hands rested near his mouth. His eyes remained shut as he lazily shifted his neck, looking thoroughly unamused.

Seeing the older boy's adorable pout, Charlotte weakly poked his cheek. 'Not ugly,' she evaluated.

By which she meant, quite handsome.

Sensing his mother's touch and voice, the little guy let out a soft whimper and slowly peeled his eyes open.

He had Anthony's eyes—dark, glossy, with a subtle double eyelid. He wobbled his head, searching for the source.

Finally.

The moment his eyes locked onto his mother's, the baby stopped squirming, staring at her in innocent wonder.

Charlotte stared right back, recalling the doctor's words: The baby's eyebrows look just like yours.

Eyebrows, huh?

Okay.

They did look quite similar.

'Charlotte, this is the younger one,' Emily gently set the baby down on the other side, resting her chin in her hands. Her eyes gleamed as she gazed at the tiny bundle. 'So gorgeous. The eyes, nose, and mouth look exactly like yours.'

She desperately wished for a beautiful daughter just like this one to play with.

However, the moment the baby was laid down, her little mouth quivered, and she let out a piercing wail that echoed off the walls.

She had enough lung capacity to fill the entire ward.

Emily scratched her head awkwardly, glancing back at Charlotte. 'How on earth is he so good at holding a baby?'

Charlotte glanced at the man, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

He had been practicing how to handle a baby since she was five months pregnant.

He had read every parenting guide under the sun and probably knew more than she did.

Anthony looked down at the tiny creature nestled in his arms, the intense aura around him melting into pure tenderness.

Both babies were breathtaking, their features a mirror image of their mother.

These were Lottie's babies.

The children she had brought into the world for him.

The mere thought of these two little ones calling him 'Daddy' in soft, sweet voices made Anthony's lips involuntarily curve upward.

One time was enough. He would only let her go through this once in their lifetime.