Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 257

Chapter 257 Catelyn closed the door promptly behind her and nervously ordered, “Quick, Miles, Cedrick is here! Find a place to hide in quickly. I’ll try to get him out of here as soon as I can so you can come out.”

There was only one thought in her mind at that moment-Cedrick must never see Miles! “What?” Miles shot up on the bed in an instant, his sleepiness completely gone at that point as he puffed his cheeks and complained, “Why is he here?” “Your grandma let him in.” Miles stared at the blanket on Catelyn. His big and round eyes squinted doubtfully, resembling Cedrick when he was being cold and stern. Catelyn had goosebumps upon seeing that look on Miles.

The blanket on her did seem pretty inappropriate. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

She struggled to carry Miles up from the bed and put a jacket on him before opening the closet and placing him in there.

“Hide in the closet for now.” Miles curled into a ball inside the closet, perfectly concealed behind Catelyn’s long dresses. Miles poked his head out from behind the colorful dresses as he looked up at Catelyn reluctantly. “Why am I always the one hiding?”

Catelyn was in pain at that moment, but she suppressed her shivers and squatted to peck his forehead. “Please just bear with me, sweetheart. I promise I’ll make it up to you, alright?” “Don’t think I can be bought with just a kiss this time!” whined Miles. “Three more kisses,” offered Catelyn, trying to console her son, “okay?” Miles’ squishy cheeks blushed faintly as he whined endearingly, “You use the same trick every time, and my face is all wet with your saliva. Gross! Go kick the Big Demon out, quickly.” Catelyn closed the closet door and felt dizzy as she propped herself up with an arm on the door. She stood for a moment before changing her clothes. When she went outside to the living room, there was no one there. Sounds of something clanging were heard coming from the kitchen. Catelyn used one hand to support her abdomen as she made her way toward the kitchen. Cedrick was seen boiling milk. On the tabletop was a ceramic mug, and in it was a bar of chocolate. “Where’s my mother?”

Why was he boiling milk in the kitchen?

Cedrick turned and pointed at the opposite room, saying, “Missus Clark said she’s getting old

and can’t stay up late anymore, so she went to bed.” He paused for a moment before adding,” She also said that her hearing is getting worse, and that she won’t hear anything that happens tonight.”

Catelyn was dumbfounded upon hearing this. She felt uneasy being stared at by Cedrick and uttered, “Ignore her. The things she said shouldn’t be taken seriously, anyway.” “Is that so?” Cedrick smiled in a deviant way and said, “I get the feeling that she’s expecting something to happen between us.”

Catelyn’s cheeks flushed in crimson. What was Stella thinking?!

She ignored him and pointed at the stove. “The milk is boiling.” Cedrick turned the stove off and added the hot milk into the mug, burying the chocolate and painting the milk brown.

Catelyn wondered why he made hot chocolate for himself at that hour when at that moment, Cedrick then passed the mug to her and ordered, “Drink it.”

Catelyn was stunned. “Did you make it for me?”

“Of course. Why else would I make it?”

The hot chocolate was filled to the brim. Catelyn was surprised at how thoughtful Cedrick was.

She took a sip, but the boiled milk barely had time to cool off, so it burned the tip of her tongue a little.

Cedrick’s eyes softened when he saw that and gently said, “Slowly; no one’s taking it away from you.”