Hiding the Twins from Their Billionaire Father by Pixie

Eva's eyes widened. Her mouth was slightly open. It was hard to believe that her mother could be that friendly to

the twins.

“I want to!” Emily gave a small jump.

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“I also want to.” Louis stood next to Emily. “We will both cheer you on from the chairs. Mommy said that we

shouldn't get close while you are getting therapy. So, we can only watch you from afar.”

Mrs. Connor smiled slightly. “No problem. Your presence alone is enough to giveencouragement.

Eva was not happy that her mother said that sentence to someone else. Only she could receive it. However,

when she was about to protest, Bryan cin and took a wheelchair.

“Louis, Emily, have you had breakfast? Your uncle is waiting in the dining room.”

The twins widened their eyes. “Really? There's no message from Uncle here.” Louis showed his watch.

Emily nodded with the sgesture. “Yeah, nothing.”

“That's because your uncle left a message here.” Bryan patted the phone in his pocket. The twins’ mouths

rounded.

“Is Mrs. Connor coming to breakfast with us?” Emily turn

head.

Mrs. Connor immediately smiled. “Yes. Of course. When ey have breakfast together?”

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“Mom, how about this morning, we just have breakfast here something to discuss with you. | can feed you.”

Mrs. Connor looked at Eva in surprise. “Now we have special gue It would be rude if we refused to eat with them.

We can talk abo that later, Darling.”

Seeing Eva's sullen face, the Twins secretly smiled. They had just launched their first attack, but Eva was already

burning.

“I think she’ll be knocked out in the second attack,” Louis whispered to her younger sister.

Emily glanced over with a meaningful smile. “Yeah, but Mommy said you can’t use that word, Louis.”

As soon as she entered the dining room, Eva’s eyes widened. Her most hated fruit had been shaped like a

hedgehog on a plate.

“Louis, Emily, chere! Sit next to me. There's your favorite fruit here.” Melanie waved to her grandchildren.

“Yeah!”

After removing the drum and whistle, the two toddlers climbed onto the chairs. Seeing the watermelon which

had been given eyes, snout, and lots of toothpicks as the sharp spines, they got amazed.

“Wow, this is a work of art!” Louis leaned forward, examining the shape of the watermelon carefully.

Emily covered her mouth while chuckling. “It looks so cute. | can’t

bear to eat it.”

Meanwhile, Eva was stunned with a pale face. Her sensitive caught the scent of watermelon which made her

head spin. H stomach churned.

“Mom, why is there watermelon here?” she whispered, grimacin

“Maybe Louis and Emily like it. That fruit is to welcthem.”

“But | don’t like it.” Eva stamped her feet, like a child throwing a tantrum. Emily noticed that.

“What's wrong, Eva? Is something bothering you?”

All eyes were on Eva.

“I don’t like watermelon. The smell makesdizzy.”

had

“The smell?” Louis put his nose closer to the watermelon, sniffing like a cat. “I don’t smell anything strong. The

watermelon smells nice.”

“It’s just your suggestion, Eva. | once read an article. Your dislike for something comes from your mind. You have

to learn to get used to it, “Melanie said lightly.

Vivian nodded in support. “How about you use this morning as your first practice? You don’t need to focus on

watermelon. Just look at other foods.”

Eva sighed in resignation. “But—"

“Darling, it's just watermelon. You shouldn't make it a big deal.” Mrs. Connor grabbed Eva's fingers.

“Mom? You know how much I hate watermelon.” Eva stared in

disbelief.

“Since Eva doesn’t like watermelon, do we have to remove it from the dining table? But Louis and | like

watermelon.” Emily’s voice was

hoarse as if her tears were about to spill.

Louis quickly rubbed her cheek. “No, Emily. Don’t cry. Eva is a She will definitely give in to us. We're still little.”

“But | can’t get close to the watermelon. Can’t you guys undel my position?” Eva’s voice rose.

“So, you want us to get rid of the watermelon so you stop whini

Eva was stunned by Jeremy’s sharp gaze. She remembered that on of the rules she agreed to was not to

comment on the food. She

wasn't ready to be thrown out yet.

“No,” she said helplessly.

“Good. Now, let's start eating.”

With reddened eyes, Eva glanced at her sister. “This must have been

her idea. Watch your back, Ava. I'll get back to you later.”

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After breakfast, Eva sat slumped on the sofa in the living room. She was still drunk on watermelon. No matter

how much she had inhaled her favorite aromatherapy, she was still nauseous.

“It was the worst breakfast in the world.”

Eva massaged her temples while sighing tiredly. Her other hand was holding her stomach, hoping that the food

would stop churning.

Unfortunately, just as her dizziness began to subside, the sound of singing cfrom a nearby porch.

“Dore mifasolatido...

“Good, Louis. Now try going from high to low notes, but more stable.”

Eva frowned at that. “What else are those little brats doing?”

“Do ti la so fa mi re do.”

Eva sighed angrily. Grimacing, she went out onto the porch. “Why you guys so noisy? Don’t you understand that

I'm nauseous? | nee calm down, okay?”

Emily moved closer to Louis. “Sorry, Eva. Louis is practicing his vocals.”

“Practicing vocals?” Eva's eyes widened. Her lips escaped a sigh of laughter. “Are you a singer? Con, stop

being ridiculous. If you still want to continue, do it somewhere else.”

Louis’ lips pursed. “Sorry, Eva, but we can’t. We always play here every twe chere. Uncle Jeremy said

this porch is already ours.”

Eva rolled her eyes. The dizziness could get worse if you kept dealing

with the twins.