The Unwanted Wife and Her Secret Twins (Mia and Kyle) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 The Return

Mia’s POV

I text Scarlett that I’m done with work. She responds quickly.

Great! Lunch at that little place with the amazing onion soup? Last Chance for authentic French cuisine before returning to land of bagels and pizza.

Sounds perfect, I replied, smiling at her priorities.

Back in my suite, I found most of my belongings already neatly packed, the hotel staff having worked their mage while I was at my meeting. Only a small suitcase remained open for last–minute fems and tomorrow’s travel outfit

I carefully placed the sketchbook from Bernard in my carry–on, alow, with my tablet and the few other items I’d need for the flight. The job offer letter and contract were safely tucked into a folder, ready for my lawyer to review upon our return to New York.

A knock at my door announced Scarlett’s arrival. She swept in wearing a chic travel outfit that somehow looked both comfortable and runway–ready.

“There you are!” she exclaimed. “Tell me everything about the meeting. What projects will you be working on? Did you like the team? Is the starting salary as good as I think it is?”

Haughed at her rapid–fire questions. “The meeting was great. The rehabilitation center project is fascinating–right up my alley professionally. The team seems brilliant. And yes, the compensation package is very generous.”

“Excellent!” She flopped onto my bed with characteristic lack of ceremony. “Did Bernard mention the Jardin House at all?”

I tensed slightly. “No. Why would he?”

She shrugged, examining her perfect manicure. “Just curious. You seemed interested in it after your first meeting with him.”

“It’s an interesting property,” I said carefully, Lying to Scarlett is the last thing I want to do. But I guess I need to keep Nate’s secret for now. “Architecturally significant.”

Scarlett gave me a look. “Well, I’m starving. Ready for our last Parisian lunch?”

“Absolutely.“I said.

The little bistro was crowded with locals. Good signs. Lunch was delicious. Rich onion soup that lived up to its reputation, followed by perfect croque–madames and a shared tarte tatin that made me consider changing our flight just to eat there one more time.

Scarlett also ate quite a lot, which was strange, as she usually didn’t have such a good appetite. She was the type to shout that she was hungry but then quickly say that she was full soon after. We all agreed that it was because the food here was so delicious.

The afternoon light turned golden as we made our way back to the hotel, casting long shadows across the Seine and bathing the limestone buildings in warm hues that made them look like they were glowing from within.

“I’m going to miss this light,” I said softly.

“You’ll be back,” Scarlett reminded me. “With two mini–Kyles, though. God forbid,” she groaned. “Though I suppose if they inherit his jawline and your creative talent, we could work with that.”

I laughed, the sound echoing across the water. “Always the pragmatist.”

Back at the hotel, we finalized our packing and prepared for an early night before tomorrow’s flight. Scarlett insisted on room service for dinner. “No more navigating restaurants with your waddle, no offense“.

After Scarlett left for her own suite, I took a long shower, savoring the luxurious bathroom one last time. As I prepared for bed, I found myself drawn to the window, gazing out at the Paris skyline one final time.

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Chapter 139 The Return

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The City of Light lived up to its name, glittering against the night sky. The Eiffel Tower performed its hourly light show in the distance, a dazzling display that never failed to charm despite its predictability.

My phone buzzed with a text from Mom:

Just checking in before your flight tomorrow. Everything prepared for your return? The DA wants to meet with us Friday about Taylor’s case.

I typed back: All ready for tomorrow. Will call when we land. Friday meeting works.

Her response came quickly: Proud of you, sweetheart. Travel safely Love you.

Love you too, I replied.

I settled into bed, feeling the twins. “We’re going home tomorrow little ones,” I whispered. “Time to close some circles before you arrive.”

Sleep came easily, bringing dreams of Paris intermingled with New York, of elegant limestone buildings beside familiar skyscrapers, of the Seine flowing into the Hudson. A merging of possibilities.

Morning arrived with soft rain against the windows, the city’s farewell gift a gentle drumming that woke me before my alarm. I lay still for a moment, but soon my phone buzzed with Scarlett’s text:

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