We Want Mommy Not You Daddy (Cedar) novel Chapter 213

We Want Mommy, Not You, Daddy!

Chapter 213

My cheeks warmed again. Isn’t it normal not to confess to someone

you like? I had a crush on the most popular boy in high school and never told him either.

Aiden stepped forward and took my hand. “Mom, I can tell Dad loves you very much.” His voice carried a gravity beyond his years. “Dad isn’t typically reserved about his feelings. When he loves someo……, ne tells them.”

“Exactly,” Oliver nodded emphatically. “With so many men interested in you, Dad would never risk losing you by staying silent. So why isn’t he confessing?”

I blinked in confusion. “Maybe… he doesn’t actually like me? Maybe what he said was just a slip of the tongue…”

“Mom, you’re just deceiving yourself,” Aiden said, his eyes searching mine. “You can feel that Dad loves you. We all see it. He even admitted it himself. And you have feelings for him too, right? So why not just ask him directly what’s holding him back?”

Aria crossed her arms. “Mom, if you’re scared, I’ll go with you.”

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I massaged my temples gently.

Demanding that a man explain why he won’t confess his feelings to me? That’s absurd. I could never do something so forward.

My lips parted slightly. “Are your teachers not giving you enough homework? Is that why you have time to think about these things? Perhaps I should call them and suggest they increase your workload.”

With that, I fled upstairs, ignoring their knowing looks behind me.

I sat on the balcony, lost in my thoughts as twilight settled over the

Gold Coast.

My high school crush seemed so insignificant now–flat as water when I tried to recall those feelings. I couldn’t grasp even a fragment

of that adolescent infatuation, which paled in comparison to even a

thousandth of what I felt for Ridley now.

These days, whenever romance crossed my mind, Ridley’s face

materialized instantly. His voice would follow, resonating in my

memory. And sometimes–more often than I cared to admit–I found

myself reliving the sensation of his deep, commanding kiss…

I was thoroughly intoxicated by him.

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I’d initially tried to keep my distance, to escape with my heart intact.

But then he said those words: “Who says I don’t love her?”

If he truly loved me, and I had feelings for him too, why couldn’t we

give us a chance? At twenty–six, I still didn’t know what being in a

real relationship felt like. Could we try?

As I rested my chin in my hand, contemplating possibilities, a black

Bentley pulled into the driveway. My breath caught in my throat. L‘

a guilty teenager, I darted back into my bedroom and hastily drew the

curtains closed.

It took several minutes for my heart to return to a somewhat normal

rhythm. After wrestling with indecision, I finally gathered my courage

and opened my door.

Downstairs, the children were still focused on their homework.

Charles dozed in an armchair nearby, but there was no sign of Ridley.

Hadn’t he just arrived? Where could he have gone?

“Looking for something?”

A cool, deep voice startled me from behind. I spun around to find

Ridley standing there, his dark, penetrating eyes fixed intently on

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