Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 284 Misunderstanding

"Come on! Cheers!" Hiram nudged Jay on his shoulders. The latter immediately came to his senses. And cocking his head to the right, he picked up the glass as a grin escaped his lips. Although Jay and Hiram heckled and broke into cheers, Charles remained quiet on the couch. Even when he took a sip from his glass, his face was stern and almost difficult to read.

Right now, the atmosphere was a little dull and contrary to celebratory-although booze filled their glasses. In fact, even the usual high-spirited and nonsensical Jay felt uncomfortable.

He remembered how Doris went frantic yesterday out of jealousy. And to keep himself away from any more trouble, Jay thought of something to veer away from Libby. "Charles, let's play cards," he suggested, raising his brows up and down.

"All right, sure." Although Charles still sounded cold, it was better than having him with his mouth utterly pressed into a thin line.

"Okay! Let's play cards!" Jay exclaimed and made room on the table. Then he flipped the cards and said, "You two, come here and help me."

He pointed at Lilian and Libby, who both seemed surprised. The two even gazed at each other to confirm whether Jay was really asking them.

As if the two women were not enough, the latter even asked Hanson to play with them.

So, the party of five sat around the table, playing cards.

"If you can win one round, I'll ask them to give you tips," Charles uttered to Lilian as he leaned closer to her.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu," Lilian whispered with a smile.

"Hey! You can't ask us to do that, Charles!" Jay was the most impatient one of the bunch. In fact, this was evidenced by the bitter grimace and furrowed brows painted on his face.

"Come on. It won't cost you a lot of money!" If Charles was playing mute just a while ago, now he seemed to have gathered the energy to spit words and even argue. And this didn't escape Jay's sharp senses as he caught on to something strange about his friend's behavior.

"Something is wrong with him. Did Nancy kick him out? Is that why he came here to replace a woman and vent his anger?" Jay whispered in Hiram's ear while suspiciously locking his eyes at Charles. "What? I don't know! Just focus on your cards!" Hiram, who was now quite irate too, muttered in a low voice.

The fact that Charles was having fun around these girls was already enough proof that something was wrong. Jay knew his friend dearly, and the former would never bat an eye or lest flash a smile around random women unless he really liked them.

However, even though Charles seemed to look quite cozy, he didn't touch Lilian. It would appear as though he was playing cat and mouse with Nancy-such dirty trick he used to employ on his women. So as the five of them all locked their gazes and focused on the cards, the clock ticked fast without them noticing, eventually reaching the twelve o'clock midnight mark. Suddenly, Doris invaded Jay's thoughts, forcing the latter to yawn and stretch.

"Charles, it's late. We should go home. Nancy and the kids are probably waiting for you!" With his back fully rested on the couch, Jay intently gazed at his friend. It was rare for him to look and sound this serious, and Charles knew that too.

Meanwhile, Hiram didn't say anything. Instead, he lowered his head and played with the cards in his hand.

But then, as soon as he heard Nancy's name, Charles pinched between his eyebrows and coldly hooted, "Let's play some more!"

Helpless, Jay could only let out a heavy sigh and shake his head a couple of times.

So, thinking that he had no escape, he might as well make the best of the night and worry about Doris when he got home. For now, he had to be a good friend and look after Charles.

The party lasted until dawn, with empty bottles of alcohol filling the table. Their eyes could no longer stay open while their bodies swayed in no direction, completing a picture of five drunk individuals. But of the five of them, Charles was the most wasted and drunk as a skunk. He could even barely stand on his feet!

And seeing the hopeless case of his friend, Jay gazed at Charles with pitiful eyes. He was worried about the latter's safety, so he asked Lilian to drive him back.

"What? I can't! I'm not good at driving," Lilian protested, almost stomping her feet just to do otherwise.

"It's okay. You'll be safe as long as you drive slowly."

Jay tried to persuade the woman even more. "O-Okay." Lilian nodded and pouted her lips.

Although Charles was too plastered, he did nothing to refuse-much to Jay's surprise. Even when he loaded him in the car and buckled him up, Jay was waiting for any protest from his friend, but the bastard seemed really cozy with Lilian.

So as he watched the car drove away from the bar, he couldn't help asking, "Hiram, do you think that Charles... " For a moment, he paused, unable to make sense of his instincts. But there were some signs he saw tonight, and knowing that, Jay continued, "Is Charles falling in love with that woman?"

At the thought of this, even Hiram had to stop and think for some time. "That's impossible! You know Mr. Fu is head over heels with Miss Ning!" He shook his head to brush off the thought.

"You're right. But I can't understand why he did that; why he went out tonight to have fun! It doesn't make sense!" Jay shrugged his shoulders, also trying his best to think positive and stay clear of any suspicions.

"It's okay. I'm sure it's nothing serious. Come on, let's go home." Taking out his phone, Hiram looked for a designated driver for himself.

Meanwhile, Charles sat in the back seat sulkily and unbuttoned his shirt. His head was still spinning, and the passing scenery of lights and buildings from the outside didn't help at all.

He asked Lilian to send him back today mainly because he was indeed drunk, at least much more than he was last night.

But it was not until the car halted in the yard that he realized the severity of the situation.

It was already so late and impossible for Lilian to hail a cab at this hour. The woman couldn't go back home.

"Mr. Fu, how about I walk home?" Lilian started, sensing the distressed look on the man's face.

It was an hour drive from the bar to get here. Such a long way would be exhausting for her to traverse with her feet. Not to mention, it would be dangerous for a woman to walk this late alone!

"No, no. You can stay here." Charles was fast enough to stop her. "You can sleep in the guest room!" he offered, caressing his nape as if to convince himself that it was the right thing to do. And because the woman did not refuse, he got out of the car and strode inside the mansion.

Such a luxurious villa felt alienating to Lilian. In fact, it was the first time she had been inside one. And as she walked behind Charles, her eyes roamed around the elegant and regal interior of the house. It was like she was in dreamland! Such a place could only exist in her dreams, but now she was in one!

"This is the guest room. You can sleep here tonight." Charles stopped in front of a room on the first floor and opened its door.

"Thank you, Mr. Fu," Lillian expressed, slightly lowering her head in shyness. She stood there with eyes full of joy, and her face flushed with utter excitement.

"You're welcome. If you want to take a shower, you can replace a bathroom inside." After making sure that she had settled, Charles went upstairs and changed his clothes.

Then, the overtly excited Lilian surveyed the entirety of the villa. The grand decorations and furniture placed eloquently in every space graced her sight. And as her eyes were fed with all those grandiosities, Lilian thought how glorious it must be to live in such a luxurious villa even just for a few days.

Meanwhile, while Charles ascended the stairs with his heavy footsteps, Nancy lay sleeping on the bed, still with her brows furrowed.

She tried to stay up late and wait for him to come back, but the poor woman didn't expect him to spend the entire evening outside.

So even when he came back past breaking the dawn, Nancy had no idea what kind of trouble Charles brought into the villa. Later that morning, she was awakened by a clanging sound from downstairs.

The sunlight had begun to seep through the sheer drapes in her room. Squinting her eyes and stretching a little bit, she got out of bed.

As she was tidying the sheets, Nancy recalled what little tragedy happened last night. Charles went slightly extreme, and clearly, the two of them would need to sit down and talk before any of these went out of hand.

With that in mind, she went downstairs after washing her face and brushing her teeth. Because she heard the clinking sound of utensils from the kitchen, Nancy figured that he must be there cooking breakfast. However, to her utter surprise, a strange woman was cooking!

'Did Charles hire another servant? Why didn't he tell me?

Did this woman come in late last night?' All these thoughts filled Nancy's head as she scrutinized the mysterious woman.

"Excuse me. Uhm...Who are you?" Rubbing her neck, she asked in confusion.

Her sudden appearance startled Lilian, who picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping block as though she was defending herself from some dangerous person. "Who are you?" the former asked with eyes widened in shock.

"L..uh...I am..." Nancy struggled to replace the right words to say. Her lips began to slightly tremble while her eyes wondered anywhere. She wanted to say that she lived in this villa, but she and Charles were not married yet! How could she claim to be the hostess here?

So instead, Nancy muttered, "I live here!"

"Are you a servant?" Lilian asked, with her eyes tightly knitted. This time, she cautiously gazed at Nancy from head to toe with an evident glint of suspicion in her eyes.

The latter smiled awkwardly, thinking that she seemed to be the same as the servants in this grand mansion. She accompanied the children and Charles, washed, and cooked when she had the time. If outsiders were to see this, they would also think the same.

"Yes," Nancy lied.

"Oh, I see. Well, since you are a maid here, please come and cook!" Lilian extended her arms and handed the knife over to Nancy.

Without any hesitation, Nancy took and went towards the sink to wash her hands. "You haven't told me who you are," she uttered while putting on the apron.

"Mr. Fu brought me here last night!"

At the mention of Charles' name, Nancy's eyelids twitched almost frantically. "Charles brought you back?" she asked again to confirm while feeling a pang of pain in her chest. It was as if numerous torns were pricking her heart.

"Yes. He's such a gentleman and so kind!" Lilian exclaimed, holding her arms on her heart as if she was on a fairytale.

"H-How long have you known him?" Nancy stuttered. This time, a lump seemed to have found its way on her throat.

"Just a few days!" The woman was so clueless of everything, as evidenced by the sweet smile of delusion.

'Charles, you're really something, huh. How dare you bring a woman home?!' Nancy cursed internally, gripping the knife tightly as if to ease her annoyance.

"Do you think he likes you?" This time, Nancy went for the bull's eye. She just needed to know, and sugarcoating her words would not help at all. However, Lilian merely lowered her head and kept mum. If she didn't say anything, it meant that she acquiesced in it, didn't it? After all, silence meant yes. "W-When...uhm... did you start...?" Swallowing hard, Nancy managed to ask confoundingly while trying to fight the tears from rolling down her face.

If Charles didn't love her anymore, he could just tell her directly. She was no pushover; she'd never pester him even if it hurt her like hell.

Why bring a girl here? For what? To slap the truth to her face?

"I've told you that we've only known each other for a few days," Lilian finally answered.

"How many times did he come to you?" Nancy asked again with the coldest tone she could muster.

"Twice." This time, Lilian finally felt something odd with Nancy's voice. Even the look on the latter's face slightly showcased what she was feeling.

In fact, Lilian knew that the woman misunderstood the entire situation, but she didn't bother to clarify it. She thought it was good to be misunderstood.

Without saying anything, Nancy turned around and stormed out of the kitchen. As she was about to go upstairs, she saw Charles descending buttoning his shirt. And at that moment, a teardrop fell on her face while she tightly grasped both her arms.