Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 65

AMELIA almost burst out laughing at the boys’ reaction, but she quickly pressed her lips together, trying to cage it in. Her shoulders trembled slightly as she watched them stare at her like she had just announced the end of the world.

“Mommy, a trip?” Gaddiel shouted dramatically, both arms flung wide open as though he was presenting her to an invisible audience.

“A trip for what?” Gabriel joined, equally theatrical, mirroring his brother’s pose.

That did it.

Amelia burst into laughter, the sound rich and warm as it filled the dining room.

“You two aren’t serious,” she said between laughs, placing the serving spoon down for a moment to steady herself.

The twins exchanged confused glances and shrugged in perfect synchronization.

“What?” Gabriel protested.

“Yes, what is funny?” Gaddiel added, brows furrowed.

Still smiling, Amelia reached for the bowl of steamed vegetables and began scooping generous portions onto their plates.

“My loves,” she said gently, “it is just a trip. One week. And before you know it, I will be back home.”

She moved around the table as she spoke, adjusting Gabriel’s napkin properly over his lap and nudging Gaddiel’s plate closer to him.

“But mommy,” Gabriel asked, his voice softer now, “what are you going there to do? Is it work?”

Amelia walked to the sideboard and picked up the jug of fresh orange juice, pouring some into two small glasses carefully so it wouldn’t spill.

“Somewhat that, my love,” she replied smoothly. “Mommy is going to do a little work… and cool off too.”

She placed the glasses in front of them and reached for new set of cutlery, aligning the forks and knives neatly beside each plate.

“Cool off?” Gaddiel repeated suspiciously.

“Yes. Even superheroes need rest,” she teased lightly.

Gabriel seemed to consider that.

“So… we would be left in this big house all alone?”

His lower lip trembled slightly, and Gaddiel suddenly went quiet.

“Now I really, really miss Hazel,” Gaddiel said, his voice thickening as though tears were already forming.

Amelia’s smile softened immediately.

She crouched slightly so she could look at them at eye level.

“Don’t do that, my love,” she said gently, brushing Gaddiel’s cheek. “And nope, you won’t be left in this big house all alone.”

They both looked up instantly.

“You will be at your dad’s place for that week until I return. I have already called to inform him.”

The transformation was immediate.

At the mention of “dad,” both boys sprang up from their seats so abruptly that their chairs scraped loudly against the floor.

“Yuppie!” they screamed in unison, shooting their right fists into the air like victorious athletes.

Amelia blinked, then laughed again, shaking her head.

“You two nearly cried a second ago.”

They ignored that.

“We are going to dad’s!” Gabriel shouted.

“For one whole week!” Gaddiel added, already bouncing on the balls of his feet.

Amelia gently guided them back into their chairs.

“Sit down before you knock something over,” she warned, though amusement sparkled in her eyes.

She returned to her seat, watching them chatter excitedly about what games they would play, which movies they would watch, and how they would beat their father at video games.

“And Hazel?” Gaddiel suddenly asked, pausing mid-sentence.

Amelia reached for her own glass of water and took a calm sip before answering.

“She knows already. She will meet you guys there.”

“Yes!” Gaddiel shouted again, nearly spilling his juice.

Gabriel clapped his hands once.

“That means we will all be together!”

Amelia studied their faces carefully.

So much joy. So much innocence.

She had expected hesitation. Questions. Maybe even resistance.

Instead, they were thrilled.

She picked up the serving spoon once more and added a little more gravy to Gabriel’s plate since he kept staring at it longingly.

“Now eat before the food gets cold,” she instructed gently.

They obeyed immediately, digging in with enthusiasm.

Between bites, they continued talking about their upcoming week at their dad’s, arguing over who would get which side of the bed and whether they should pack their football or their comic books first.

Amelia quietly buttered a slice of bread for herself, listening.

“Mommy?” Gabriel said with his mouth half full.

She raised a brow.

“Don’t talk with food in your mouth.”

He swallowed quickly.

“Sorry. Will you call us every day?”

Her expression softened.

“Of course I will.”

“And video call?” Gaddiel added.

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

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