Too Late for Sorry, Mr. Billionaire (Chasing my Wife Back) novel Chapter 75

DINNER had been unexpectedly warm.

Not extravagant, not formal. Just warm and simple.

The long dining table that usually felt too large for three now felt comfortably filled, Adrian at the head, the twins on either side, George seated modestly toward the end, and Wendy beside her father.

Conversation flowed easily.

Gabriel had been the first to break the ice.

“So, Wendy,” he began, sitting straighter than usual, “what grade are you in?”

Wendy smiled politely. “Fourth.”

Gaddiel’s eyes widened.

“You are older than us.”

“By a year,” she replied playfully.

“That explains why you look… you know…” Gabriel trailed off.

“Like what?” Wendy asked, amused.

“Like you know more things,” Gaddiel jumped in quickly, trying to recover the moment.

Adrian raised a brow.

“More things?”

Gabriel nodded very seriously.

“Important things.”

George cleared his throat to hide a chuckle.

Wendy simply laughed softly.

“I’m not sure about that.”

The meal had been simple but comforting— roasted chicken with herb gravy, buttered green beans, soft dinner rolls, and creamy mashed potatoes. Lemonade for the boys. Sparkling water for Adrian. George and Wendy had taken the same.

At one point, Gaddiel had leaned toward Wendy and whispered, not quietly enough though, “Do you like soccer?”

“Yes,” she answered.

Gabriel straightened immediately.

“I play striker.”

“I’m better,” Gaddiel countered.

Adrian shook his head, hiding his smile as he cut into his chicken.

“Eat your food.”

Wendy’s laughter had lingered softly around the table like music.

And the twins had been gone ever since.

Now, upstairs in their bedroom, the boys sat on their respective beds— facing each other, legs crossed, still riding the emotional high of the evening.

Gabriel flopped back against his pillows.

“She is the prettiest girl I have ever seen.”

Gaddiel gasped.

“That is what I was going to say!”

“Well, I said it first,” Gabriel replied smugly.

“That doesn’t count. I was thinking it first.”

“You can’t prove that.”

“I can too!”

Gabriel sat up again.

“Did you see her smile?”

“Yes!” Gaddiel shot back quickly. “And the way she tucks her hair behind her ear when she laughs.”

Gabriel froze. “I noticed that too.”

They stared at each other.

Silence.

Then simultaneously—

“She smiled at me more.”

“She asked me more questions.”

Gabriel pointed accusingly.

“She looked at me when she talked.”

“No, she didn’t. She looked at both of us.”

“But more at me.”

“You are imagining things.”

“I’m not!”

Gaddiel slid off his bed and marched closer.

“Listen. Since I’m younger by two minutes, that means I deserve her more.”

Gabriel’s jaw dropped.

“That makes no sense.”

“It does! People always say you should let the younger one have things.”

“That is for toys!”

“She is not a toy!”

“I know that!”

They paused again.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes slightly.

“Are you saying you like her?”

Gaddiel folded his arms defensively.

“Maybe.”

Gabriel mirrored him.

“Well… maybe I do too.”

The air shifted.

Playful tension.

“So what are we going to do?” Gaddiel asked suspiciously.

Gabriel thought for a second, then declared confidently, “We will let her choose.”

Gaddiel’s mouth fell open.

“Choose? What if she chooses you?”

Gabriel grinned.

“Then you will have to accept defeat.”

“Oh no. No way.”

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