Sweet Twins Indulge in Daddy's Love
Chapter 285 Explanation

Nancy stopped in her tracks, transfixed.

Charles had come into her vision, the morning light casting a soft glow all over him, making him look especially handsome despite his disheveled appearance.

"Good morning, Mr. Fu," Nancy drawled, smiling sarcastically at him.

"What reason can you possibly have to argue this early in the morning?" Charles asked, his voice laced with irritation. His brows wrinkled to form a frown as she continued to smile at him, feigning ignorance over the noise.

After waking up hung-over with a dull throbbing in his head, the last thing he needed to wake up to was a commotion in the house. He remembered the night before spent drinking, still tasting the remnants of alcohol on his tongue.

Rubbing at his temples, he found his initial annoyance towards her quickly dissipating. With her smiling at him, even in that mocking way, it was surprisingly easy to excuse her.

"Don't look at me like that. I know you had a long night out. Someone's parading around downstairs and making a big fuss. Go see for yourself," Nancy said. She teasingly ran a finger across his chest as she moved away from him to go upstairs.

He continued to rub at his temples, hoping to ease the throbbing that intensified after his encounter with Nancy. It didn't cross his mind that Lilian would still be around. He assumed she would've been gone by morning. Lilian strolled into the kitchen, taking it upon herself to prepare Charles some breakfast. She ran her hands across the glossy marble counters, marveling at the luxurious space. After spotting an apron across the room, she walked towards it and put it on.

Charles entered the kitchen and moved towards Lilian. Her back was turned to him as she continued to explore the contents of his kitchen cabinets. When she turned to face him, his eyes zeroed in on the array of ingredients in her arms. She smiled at him excitedly after seeing him. The sight of her made his head hurt. His mind was still a mess, struggling to wave away his hangover.

He turned away from her to take a deep breath in the hopes of collecting himself. Gazing at her again, he noticed that she was wearing an apron. She looked like the hostess of the house. No wonder Nancy smiled at him like that earlier. He took another deep breath, mentally preparing himself to deal with the situation.

"Why... Why are you still here?" Charles grimaced as he asked her.

She giggled at his question, charmed by his confusion. "Mr. Fu, you asked me to stay the night. Did you forget?" she stated, smiling.

He nodded absently to himself. "Yes, I remember telling you to stay. You can leave now," he said curtly.

"I didn't mean to be a bother," she replied. "If you insist I leave, I'll leave now." Her face colored in embarrassment as she quietly set the ingredients she had gathered on the counter.

However fondly she thought of Charles and admired him, she wasn't bold enough to disregard the gap between them. Even if she preferred to stay and attend to him, she knew her place and was aware of the obedience he expected from her.

If she continued to do as she was told, she hoped that he wouldn't start having reasons to dislike her.

She glanced at him shyly, quietly hoping he would change his mind and ask her to stay instead. When he said nothing, she lowered her head, biting her lips as she untied her apron.

"I'll be leaving now, Mr. Fu, if you don't need anything else," she said.

As she was turning to leave, Charles raised a hand to stop her. "Lilian, before you leave, come with me to explain to Nancy."

"Yes, Mr. Fu." Taking in her soft manner of speaking, Charles was reminded of a docile animal. No matter what he demanded of her, however inconvenient or unreasonable, she unquestioningly obeyed. Charles dragged his feet up the stairs with Lilian trailing behind him, already dreading this confrontation. The two reached the main bedroom, standing side by the side at the open door.

They found Nancy lounging on the edge of the bed, her arm leaning against a cushion. She idly flipped the pages of a book, pretending not to notice them.

"Madam..." Lilian called to her in a soft voice.

Nancy's eyes remained on her book as she spoke. "Yes? Did you two come together? Should I leave?" Finally gazing at them, she slowly trailed her eyes up and down Lilian, schooling her face into nonchalance. She hoped they wouldn't catch the sadness in her voice.

She realized now that she had lost her temper and acted unreasonably the night before. But if Charles loved her like she thought he did, he wouldn't go and seek out another woman over a small disagreement 'Or would he?' she considered.

"Nancy, at least try to be nice," Charles said as he rolled his eyes, irritated at the show she was putting on.

"Oh, did I make her feel bad? It seems like you feel sorry for her," Nancy said as she placed her book on the nightstand. "Please tell me, what can I do to make it better?" She straightened herself from the bed and looked at Lilian with a smile.

"Mr. Fu wasn't able to bring himself home last night, so I brought him back. I planned to go home right after, but since it was late, there were no more taxis available. Mr. Fu kindly asked me to stay," Lilian explained.

"Why did you come all the way here to explain? Did you do something wrong?" Nancy crooned at Lilian with a mock expression of confusion on her face.

"We thought we should explain, to avoid any misunderstandings," Lilian replied, carefully considering her words.

"Why? Do you think there's a misunderstanding between us?" Nancy arched a brow at her. Lilian remained quiet, not wanting to provoke her any further. Nancy took an exasperated breath before speaking again. "Is breakfast ready? I'd like to have some now."

"Nancy!" Charles grabbed Nancy's arm as she moved past them. "Nothing happened between us!"

Nancy stared at his hand on her arm, and then looked at him with a smile. "Charles, don't worry. Even if something did happen, you don't have to come and explain it to me. Really. I don't mind." "Nancy, would you please listen?" Seeing the defiance on her face, he knew that whatever he said wouldn't convince her. The feeling of being unable to defend himself flustered him.

"Would you please let go of me? I'm hungry," she said as she shrugged out of his grip.

"Lilian, you should leave now. Do you hear me?" Charles growled.

"Yes, Mr. Fu, I'll leave as soon as I can. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a bother," she cried.

Nancy looked back at them with a disinterested expression, observing their exchange.

"Madam, I'm sorry for the inconvenience I caused. I hope you can forgive me!" Lilian looked at Nancy, her bottom lip quivering.

"Lilian, I don't think you did anything wrong. Don't leave just yet; let's have breakfast together," Nancy said as she linked their arms together.

Lilian looked back at Charles for approval, wide-eyed. She didn't dare disobey his command and stay without permission.

Nancy chuckled at Lilian's expression. "What's with the long face? Don't mind him. Mr. Fu is the richest, kindest, most handsome man in the world! He'll be kind to you too," Nancy crooned. "Aren't you, Mr. Fu? "Of course." Charles gritted his teeth as he replied. Her unconcerned attitude grated on his nerves.

Nancy giggled, pleased with his irritation. "See, Lilian? Let's go have some breakfast."

Charles didn't object further, so Lilian followed Nancy downstairs, still uncomfortable disobeying him.

He followed closely behind them, frowning at the sight of their linked arms, and the satisfied smile on Nancy's face.

"Wow, Lilian, you prepared all of this yourself? Let's all enjoy this breakfast together, yes?" Nancy said, "Is it very delicious?"

"I hope you enjoy the food, Madam," Lilian said uncomfortably.

"Let's eat." Nancy sashayed into the kitchen, glancing at the food.

With a bright smile on her face, she brought out the porridge cooked by Lilian as well as bread.

Charles coldly observed everything.

"The kids are still in bed. Don't you think you should go and wake them up?" he questioned.

"Aren't you their father? Shouldn't you take care of them?" Nancy shot back. Then she turned to Lilian. "Please have a seat, Lilian."

She pulled out a dining chair for her, smiling as she motioned for her to sit.

Charles clenched his teeth and rubbed his jaw in annoyance.

He'd always known Nancy was stubborn, but he couldn't understand why she was acting so ridiculously.

The freshly cleaned glass table gleamed, and on its reflection was Lilian's anxious face. Nancy pushed the plate of food she prepared towards Lilian. "You should come by and stay more often. I think we'll like the food you'll cook for us."

"Thank you, Madam," Lilian replied, hesitating as she took the plate from her.

Charles moved to the seat next to Nancy and pulled out the seat with a sharp jerk of his arm.

"You are very welcome!" Nancy said. "I think if we lived in ancient times, a rich businessman like Mr. Fu would have several wives. Unfortunately, the law doesn't allow for that anymore. I'm sure men like Mr. Fu are frustrated and feel they should've lived in those times," she stated. As she continued speaking, she found it more and more hilarious. The more she irritated him, the more she wanted to continue. "Madam, it's not like that. Please don't misunderstand!" Lilian stuttered as she tried to alleviate the situation. Charles' bitter expression as he watched Nancy made Lilian increasingly anxious. "There's nothing to misunderstand. I was just thinking, Mr. Fu would probably prefer to have multiple wives if the times still allowed for it," Nancy said.

Charles slammed his hand on the table. "Nancy, will you please stop!" He entertained her insolence enough and needed to gain control of the situation. Gritting his teeth, he stared angrily at her. Initially wanting to avoid fighting, he couldn't help but burst into anger. Not having slept well the night before, he struggled to get up in the morning and blamed his short temper on his hangover. His eyes were bloodshot and his head throbbed even more as he glared at her.

Lilian glanced a look across the table to him. She was so frightened at the rage in his expression that she almost fell out of her chair.

Charles grabbed Nancy's wrist and pulled her to sit beside him, not loosening his grip on her. "Would you prefer I replace myself another woman?" he challenged.

She raised her eyebrows at him in mock surprise, a slight smile at the corner of her lips teasing him. "Mr. Fu, I think you're mistaken. Back then, and even until now, I don't think any woman would be happy sharing her man with others. But it seems it's out of my control how my man lives, right?"