Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 72

MEETING Wendy felt almost unreal to the twins. It was as though time paused for a few seconds and resumed in slow motion.

“Hi, boys,” she had greeted, her voice soft and polite, that easy smile curving her lips as she placed the plates before them.

And then she was gone.

The kitchen doors swung shut behind her, leaving Gabriel and Gaddiel staring at the space she had just vacated as if she might reappear any second.

George noticed the stillness.

He cleared his throat gently.

“Alright, boys,” he began in his calm, steady voice. “That was Wendy, my daughter.”

Both heads snapped toward him at once.

“Your daughter?” Gabriel repeated, eyes wide.

Gaddiel leaned forward.

“Like… your actual daughter?”

George raised a brow, amused.

“Yes. My actual daughter.”

The twins looked at each other in disbelief.

“But…” Gabriel started cautiously.

“You are… older,” Gaddiel finished, struggling for diplomacy.

George’s lips twitched.

“That tends to happen with age.”

Gabriel shook his head quickly.

“No, I mean… she is young.”

“And pretty,” Gaddiel added without hesitation.

Gabriel nodded vigorously.

“Very pretty.”

George folded his hands behind his back, the hint of pride impossible to hide in his eyes.

“Thank you. I will be sure to let her know she has admirers.”

The boys instantly straightened.

“We are not admirers,” Gabriel corrected quickly.

“Just observers,” Gaddiel clarified.

George chuckled softly.

“Observers who stare with their mouths open?”

Both boys clamped their lips shut at once.

“We were not staring,” Gabriel insisted.

“You were staring,” Gaddiel countered.

“You were staring more!”

George laughed outright this time, the sound warm and genuine.

“Gentlemen, eat your lunch before it gets cold.”

The twins finally looked down at their plates as though remembering food existed. Grilled cheese sandwiches cut into neat triangles sat beside a small bowl of tomato soup. A handful of carrot sticks and cucumber slices rested at the edge of the plate.

Gabriel dipped his sandwich into the soup thoughtfully.

“She doesn’t look like she could be your daughter.”

George tilted his head.

“And what exactly does a butler’s daughter look like?”

Gaddiel paused mid-bite.

“Not… like that.”

“Like what?” George pressed lightly.

“Like… regular,” Gabriel said.

George’s eyes sparkled.

“She is regular. She just happens to be beautiful.”

The twins exchanged a look again.

“How old is she?” Gaddiel asked.

“Ten,” George replied calmly.

Gabriel nearly choked on his sandwich.

“Ten?”

“Yes.”

“That is older than us,” Gaddiel muttered.

“By two years,” George confirmed.

Gabriel leaned back in his chair thoughtfully.

“That is fine.”

George lifted a brow again.

“Is it?”

“Yeah,” Gabriel said, nodding as if he had conducted complex calculations in his head.

Gaddiel elbowed him under the table.

“Ow!” Gabriel hissed.

“Eat,” George reminded them, though he was clearly entertained.

They obeyed, finally taking proper bites of their food.

After a few moments of chewing in relative silence, Gaddiel looked toward the kitchen doors.

“Is Wendy not going to join us?” he asked casually.

Gabriel nodded immediately.

“Yeah. She can sit here.” He gestured to the empty chair across from them.

George shook his head gently.

“She already had lunch when she returned from school a few hours ago.”

“Oh,” Gabriel said, clearly disappointed.

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