Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 179 The Same Mole

As Charles flashed a brooding, grim face, Nancy was at a loss.

She didn't know whether to feel ecstatic or angry about it.

"Do you mean that you were thinking about her while you were having sex with me?" she asked with furrowed brows and voice dripping with so much fury.

But even with an angry face, Charles merely pinched her chin and teasingly asked, "Is that what you really want to know?"

"I don't want to know anything. Let me go!" Nancy shoved his hand and glared at him.

"If I tell you that she never even crossed my mind, will that make you happy? Would you be able to please me better from now on?"

As Charles spoke, his big hand slid into Nancy's clothes, unbuckling her belt in an instant.

"Don't be mad. I was just asking. I didn't mean anything else!" she defended herself after noticing that she struck a nerve with such a question.

And although he started teasing her, Charles let out a snort, packed up the medical kit, and went upstairs without saying anything.

His face was even more fickle than a woman's.

But even with that, he was able to perfectly wrap the bandage on her injured foot. Obviously, his meticulous skills compensated for his stubborn attitude. Meanwhile, Nancy was left alone with a face completely flushed, thinking as to how his rough palm brushed against her skin just a while ago.

'That jerk!' she cursed while preparing two bowls of ginger soup in the kitchen to ease her throat from cold.

She was gonna give the other bowl to Charles after thinking that he, too, stood in the rain with her. So, he probably caught a cold too.

So, with a bowl on one hand, she headed upstairs to give it to him, but the guy was nowhere to be found in his study.

Then, she took the ginger soup to Charles' bedroom.

"Charles..." she softly called.

"What?" Charles had just taken off half of his pajamas, and before he realized what had happened, Nancy had already barged in.

"You got soaked in the rain, and I figured you might catch a cold. So here, drink this." As she was explaining, Nancy suddenly caught sight of an unfinished portrait in the bookshelf. Five years ago, when she was pregnant, she drew two paintings, one completed and the other half-finished.

She ruined the first painting herself, and as for this one, she guessed that Sophie must have given it to Charles.

As she reminisced the past once again, Nancy couldn't help lowering her head as if she was programmed to do so.

More than that, the portrait was an exact artistic replica of her face! She was worried that Charles might catch on to something, so she hurriedly hid her face by staring at the floor. Luckily, he didn't replace anything unusual.

All that was written on his face was the same anger he just showed her a while ago.

"You come in at this time because you want to... sleep with me, perhaps?"

Hearing his mockery, Nancy was even more confused. Did she really offend him with that one question downstairs?

But she didn't need to ask herself anymore. The sharp expression he was sporting made her uneasy and certain that he was indeed fuming mad. More than that, the way his jaw moved showcased how he was trying to control himself.

"I made some ginger soup. Have some." Frightened, she put the bowl down and turned around to leave.

Charles then opened the drawer of the bedroom and took out a small bottle of pills.

"What are you doing? What is that?" Nancy asked in surprise. She took a step back, thinking of what might be inside that plastic bottle.

'What kind of medicine is that? Is it for birth control or something?'

she wondered, unsure of what Charles intended. At this point, Nancy was almost certain that he was a different man-someone dangerous and scary.

Ever since they met, she had never seen him like this, or lest act so arrogant towards her.

"If you catch a cold, you should take some pills." Pulling her arm, Charles placed the bottle on her palm.

'Damn it, Nancy! What were you thinking?! It's just medicine!'

Although she smiled sheepishly, Nancy was cursing herself deep inside for overthinking things.

"Well...now that you don't seem like you wanna leave, maybe we can do it again in the study tonight." Raising his eyebrows, Charles flashed her a wide grin, obviously teasing the woman. "No, I'm going to the guest room now! Drink the ginger soup while it's hot," she reminded. Then, with the medicine in her hand, she turned around and hurriedly stormed out of his room. Charles was left twitching the corners of his mouth. The way Nancy's cheeks flushed red didn't escape his sight. Obviously, he was elated to know he had that effect on her.

And he'd be more ecstatic to know that as she fled, her heart beat frantically as if she was running from gangsters.

But unfortunately, the minute she left, Charles felt heavy in his head. It looked like he was about to get sick from being soaked in the rain.

Rubbing his throbbing temple, his deep eyes fell on the steaming ginger soup. The smoke and brownish color of the fluid looked enticing to him.

So immediately, he picked up the bowl and took a sip on it.

As soon as the liquid penetrated his tongue, Charles couldn't help grimacing slightly. Even though the aftertaste of the sugar made up of the bitterness on the ginger, it still tasted weird for him.

He hadn't caught a cold for many years, so he had never drunk herbal remedies such as this thing.

However, she had often seen Nancy make this, and knowing that she was a doctor, he bet she knew what she was doing.

So Charles raised his head and drank up all the ginger soup. Then, as he smacked his wet lips, the painting on the shelf suddenly his eyes.

Suddenly, for an unknown reason, he was drawn into the mysterious portrait. The intriguing woman on the painting, with her pair of deep-set eyes, seemed to be luring him. 'This woman...She looked so much like Nancy...

Could she be...?'

Charles shook his head as he thought of the possibility.

Although he was so confident that there was no way it would be her, Charles snatched the portrait and strode towards the guest room.

As soon as he barged in, he caught Nancy in the middle of changing her clothes.

And because she left the door open, he directly went in without knocking.

And for a while, he stood behind her, intently watching her as she stripped.

While he was aroused at her smooth and fair back, something else in her skin stunned him to his feet.

A bulging black mole in the middle of her back was so evident that it could never escape his eyes.

Charles suddenly remembered that special night when his hand touched the back of that woman-he felt a mole somewhere in her backbone.

Was it just a coincidence?

But where did so many coincidences come from?

"Hey, why didn't you tell me that you were here? You scared me!" Nancy yelled in utter surprise after turning around and seeing Charles standing behind her.

And even though her blaring voice couldn't go unnoticed, he just stood there, blankly staring at nothing.

His straight face and slightly widened eyes exhibited how he seemed to be stuck in a trance.

Or was he just thinking deeply about something?

At this point, Nancy thought that it was definitely a bad idea to spend the night at his house.

Since she started coming here, a lot of things-mostly terrible ones-had happened to her. Every time she spent the night here, it seemed as if a curse had followed her.

But then suddenly, Charles quickly walked over and gently hugged her. "Nancy, tell me, since when did you have this thing?" he asked, touching the mole in her back.

Based on his anxious voice, Nancy faintly sensed something.

'Is he suspecting something?' she thought.

"I don't know. I can't see it myself," she answered, lying to prevent herself from being exposed. Then, after a pause, she continued, "Why did you ask? I don't think I'm the only one who has this. A lot of people might. I don't know!"

The shakiness of her voice only made Charles even more confident that he was right. So, he whispered, "But how can two people have the same exact mole in the same place on their body?"

"I don't know what you're saying! Do you know someone who has this same mole?" Although she sounded bold, her heart skipped a beat as she said those words. More than that, her trembling lips almost gave away what she was really feeling.

But Charles ignored her query and instead closed his eyes and gently touched the mole once more.

He was trying to get the same sense he felt five years ago, at that very same night when he last felt so sexually alive.

'I should have switched on the light that night,' he thought with regrets while drawing circles around Nancy's bulging mole.