Semua Bab The Billionaire's Twins Play Matchmaker: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Augustus stepped into his office to see Aria and Caden comfortably seated on one of his couches. Stephen placed a plate of cookies in front of them and handed them each a juice bottle as the DaLair patriarch entered. Ever efficient, even Augustus had no idea how Stephen always managed to procure proper refreshments so quickly. He sat down across from the content pair, eyeing them carefully. They certainly didn’t act like five-year-olds who had just survived a harrowing experience. In fact, they seemed quite pleased with themselves. Augustus accepted the coffee Stephen offered while he considered his grandchildren. Despite their innocent looks, he couldn’t treat them like normal kids. “All right…you two want to tell me why you are really here?” Aria and Caden shared a look before Aria spoke up, “We’re here to start Phase Two.” “Phase Two? Of what?” “Our plan to get maman and papa back together, of course,” Aria smile

No. He couldn’t do that to her. She needed a little more time to spread her wings. Once she could truly stand on her own, then it would be time to tell Julius the truth. His son would have to hold out until then. Maybe then, he would be able to win her heart back. The drive to their favorite café was short and they disembarked, only to hurry inside. Normally, they would have sat outside, but the day was just too cold. Caden and Aria stomped their feet on the welcome mat to shake off any lingering slush. “Bonjour. Petits!” the proprietor greeted.[1] “Bonjour,” they called together. Augustus chuckled as they took their seats. It amazed him to think his grandkids were naturally bi-lingual. They spoke French fluently and their English was impeccable. Jude was taking Spanish in school, but he could barely manage a short conversation. It was unlikely he would retain any of it once he was graduated. Was the secret actually livi

“Caden?” Aria asked, looking across the room to her brother’s bed. After ice cream with their grandfather, they asked a few more questions about their family. He even showed them some pictures he had on his phone. While it was exciting to see their family, it only made it clearer how much distance separated them. Their cousin was actually quite a bit older than they were. In their experience, older kids didn’t really care about younger ones, but maybe that wasn’t true if they were family. “Caden?” No answer. “You know, Caden, you should talk more. It made maman really worried when you didn’t talk for so long. Oncle Paul kept saying you needed to be tested.” No answer. “Caden, are you asleep?” “No.” “What do you think about what grand-père said today?” “About our papa?” “Well, yeah.” “Hmm.” “If our papa is like Grand-père Gus then he

Julius silently fumed as he listened to his children explain how they arrived at the office building only to be rejected at the door because no one knew their connection to him. He no longer cared about their failed meeting with Leon, or the fact the deal had been salvaged by Aria. All he cared about was finding the person responsible for dismissing his children, but even retribution was denied him when his father handled the receptionist. “Such a spiteful old man,” Katherine grumbled. “Come on baby, let’s go on that date.” She clutched his arm, but Julius jerked away. He glared at her, demanding, “What are you still doing here? This is an office building for people who work! Do you know anything about that?” Katherine’s mouth opened and closed several times as she struggled to think of an answer. No one had ever expected her to work. Her parents treated her like a princess and insisted she not worry about money. She reached for him again, bu

Macey sighed, trying to marshal her courage. The car door opened, a hand reached in to help her out. She stared at it several moments before she placed her hand in it and stepped out to face Stephen. With a nod, he gave her hand to the waiting Augustus. “You look beautiful, my dear.” Macey gave him a wry look. Tonight she wore a dark blue gown similar in style to the green one of the night before. The material and texture were different, but both hugged her figure. This one had rhinestones sewn in to the hem and skirt, giving it added sparkle. It also had a high neck and covered her chest like the first one, but this time the material was black lace. Showing a lot more skin, it was still modest enough for her sensibilities. Though she was not adept at complex hairstyles, she managed a French braid that tamed her abundant curls. “Are you sure I need to be here?” Macey asked. “You know how much I hate these kinds of things.” “Now,