The CEO's Regret: His Lost Wife's Secret Twins novel Chapter 155

The CEO’s Regret: His Lost Wife’s Secret Twins

Chapter 155

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Aurora ran to me the second I walked in. Her little arms hugged my legs tight, and she looked up at me with those bright eyes.

“Mommy! You’re home!” She bounced up and down, so excited.

I bent down to hug her back, smelling her sweet baby smell. This was what I needed after today. Seeing my kids made everything better.

“Mommy, I want to buy Uncle Blake a present. He gave me lots of pretty shoes.”

My heart jumped when she said his name. Blake. Even after three years, just hearing it still got to me.

“Aurora wants to be nice always,” she said in that cute way she talks about herself. “Nice people don’t just take things. They give back

too.”

How could I say no to that? So we ended up at a jewelry store. Aurora looked at all the men’s stuff like she was some kind of expert. She touched cufflinks and watches and tie clips, then pointed at a ring in the middle case.

“Uncle Blake has pretty fingers. Long and nice. Let’s get him a ring!”

My stomach dropped. A ring. Of all things, she picked a ring. Too many memories.

William saw I was upset. He squeezed my hand and stepped up, pulling out a black card. “Use my card,” he told the shocked saleswoman.

“No password.”

The whole store went quiet. Everyone stared at my three-year-old with this fancy card like he did this every day. The saleswoman looked

at me like “is this for real?”

“He’s serious,” I said, trying not to smile. Sometimes I forgot my kids weren’t normal kids.

“Let’s go eat something delicious,” I said, desperate to change the subject. “Are you hungry?”

Aurora’s eyes lit up instantly. “Yes! Aurora is starving! Aurora’s tummy is making grumbling noises!”

“I’m hungry too,” Ethan added quietly, always more reserved than his cousins.

We headed to Le Bernardin, one of New York’s finest French restaurants. The children were exceptionally well-behaved in the car, discussing what they might order. When we arrived, the manager approached with an apologetic expression.

“Ms. Taylor, I’m afraid we have important guests who have reserved the entire second floor today. Would the first floor be acceptable? I know you usually prefer the private rooms upstairs.”

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I glanced at the three hungry children. Waiting for another restaurant would take too long. The first floor is fine. Please find us a

comfortable spot, preferably quiet.

The manager arranged a nice table away from the corridor and brought three children’s chairs. The children settled in, their posture perfect, napkins properly placed on their laps without any reminders.

Before leaving, the manager leaned closer. “Madam, the guests upstairs are extremely important. If possible, please ensure your children

don’t make too much noise.”

I raised an eyebrow. Did he seriously think my children would cause a scene? ‘My children are well-mannered during meals. You won’t

have any issues.”

He nodded, looking impressed as he glanced at the three small figures sitting quietly. “I can see they’re different-intelligent and well- raised. You’ve done an exceptional job with them.”

“Who’s the important guest upstairs?” I asked casually, helping William adjust his napkin.

*Someone anyone would respect, madam,” he replied vaguely. “A truly remarkable individual.”

I shrugged, not particularly interested, and focused on helping the children with their menus. We ordered, and I sat with my back to the entrance, waiting for our food.

Suddenly, I sneezed. Then again. And again.

The three children stopped eating and looked at me with concern.

“Mommy, what’s wrong? Do you have a cold?” Aurora asked, her little forehead creased with worry.

I realized I’d been sneezing all day, but had been too busy to notice. William reached for my hand, his eyes serious beyond his years. “Mommy, did you catch cold last night?”

“Maybe,’ I admitted. ‘I had a strange dream and might have kicked off the covers.”

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