Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 57

Madeline gently ruffled the little one’s hair. “I’m not mad, sweetheart. I’m actually really happy you’re here, Oliver. And don’t worry, Mommy will always protect you.”

Noah nodded, so serious it almost made her laugh. “And I’ll protect you too, Mommy.”

Madeline’s eyes softened, a smile slipping in. “Did you have dinner yet, Oliver?”

Noah shook his head. “Not yet.”

He’d been so caught up sneaking away from the bodyguards and plotting with Oliver that he completely forgot about food.

“How about I make you some of your favorite noodles?” she offered.

Noah nodded right away. “Mommy, I want to help.”

“Alright. Oh, and Oliver, since we’ll be living here for a while, I need to take you to pick out your new school tomorrow.”

Noah nodded obediently. “Okay, whatever you say, Mommy.”

Madeline paused for a moment, watching him. He was always well-behaved, but today he seemed unusually sweet, even clingy, and now he was even volunteering to help out. She wondered about it, but decided he probably just missed her after a few days apart.

After dinner, she still felt uneasy, so she called Miles to check in. When she heard that the child had made it back safely to the Grayson house, she finally let out a breath of relief.

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The next morning was Saturday, which meant no school. Oliver had the day to himself at the Grayson estate. He wandered around, exploring the grounds, making sure he learned every corner so he wouldn’t get caught off guard.

Julian, worried about another scare, had doubled up on bodyguards to keep an eye on him.

Oliver stopped in front of a strange-looking flowerbed. “Why are there so many roses here? They don’t match the rest of the garden at all.”

“Ms. Fortner or me? Who’s the real master of this house?” Oliver asked.

She dropped her gaze. “That would be you, of course.”

“Exactly. If she wants to plant flowers, she can do it at her own house. Doesn’t she have one?” Oliver shot back.

The maid hesitated, but couldn’t argue with his logic.

“Don’t worry about it. Just say I told you to do it. If Dad gets mad, I’ll take the blame.”

With that, Oliver turned and headed back inside, leaving the maids staring at each other, unsure what to do.

They looked at the big patch of roses. No one wanted to be the first to start pulling them up. Helene had spent so much time taking care of these flowers. If they really did get rid of them, she’d be furious. Still, everyone knew that when it came down to Helene or Noah, their boss always chose his son.