Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 52

Ollie’s eyes gleamed with dissatisfaction for a brief moment.

Maia would always behave demurely and elegantly whenever Cedrick was nearby.

In reality, Ollie had been exposed to Maia’s true color more than once, and he knew Maia despised him for being a burden.

Nonetheless, Ollie walked over toward Maia and greeted her politely.

“Good morning, Aunty Maia.” “Morning, Little Ollie.” Maia took out a robot toy figure from her bag and gave it to Ollie. “I didn’t get to properly take care of you when you were sick previously, so I hope this gift is enough to make up for it. Do you like it?”

Ollie took the toy and nodded calmly, his face devoid of emotions. He was used to hiding his emotions from those outside his circle.

Maia reached out her hand, her nails done with sparkling manicure, as she attempted to pat Ollie’s head.

Ollie, however, moved one step toward the dining table and grabbed the glass of hot milk, dodging Maia’s hand completely.

He would not allow just anyone to touch his head! Maia’s smile twitched, internally hissing at the boy in annoyance. Her smile and enthusiasm quickly returned to her face. “Ollie, let’s play with the toy together, shall we?” “There’s no need. You’re here to see my father, so I won’t be bothering you.”

Ollie put the glass of milk down. The milk had left a ring of foam on his philtrum, it was an adorable sight.

His annoyance was not visible to the plain eye. “Alright, then.” Maia nodded lightly, feeling upset internally. Even though Ollie was polite the whole time, she could tell that he had asserted some

distance.

Albert came out of the kitchen and was surprised to find Maia there. He greeted her happily, as he had always hoped that Cedrick would find Ollie a mother someday.

“Ah, you’re here, Miss Clark.”

“Thank you for your service, Albert.”

Albert noticed how both Cedrick and Ollie were having breakfast on their own by the dining table and felt that they had ignored Maia.

He then created an opportunity for them to talk by starting a conversation, “Master Cedrick, don’t you think Young Master’s features look just slightly like Miss Maia? Especially his nose and eyes…” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Cedrick looked up slowly and observed both Maia and Ollie’s faces nonchalantly.

Before Cedrick could respond, Maia exclaimed excitedly, “My mother had said that to me as well. I guess they were right about how people tend to look more like each other the longer they spend together, huh?”

Ollie’s expression remained the same as he looked up and said with all seriousness, “Aunty Maia, you’re too pretty. I’d prefer to look more like my father-stoic and masculine.”

Cedrick looked at Ollie’s tiny, youthful face as it slowly transformed into another face. His features slowly morphed into another familiar face, and it was not of Maia’s.

It was Catelyn’s.

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Cedrick felt that Ollie’s nose and eyes looked more like Catelyn. He thought he had gone crazy at this point for thinking about that woman that early in the morning

With that, Cedrick looked away and shifted the conversation.

After breakfast, Cedrick went back to his room to get changed and got ready for work.

His bedroom consisted of three shades-black, gray, and white-a cold and minimalistic style. The room’s decorations were simple as well, and there was nothing much aside from the important furniture and a few photographs. It did not look like a father’s bedroom. If anything, it looked like a bachelor’s bedroom.