The Unwanted Wife's Return (Ex-Husband Wants Me Back) novel Chapter 109

Painted Faces and Pancakes 

HANNAH’S POV: 

THE NEXT DAY: 

We were still at the resort and watching the sunrise was one of the things I thanked myself for being awake to do.! did some work out, took care of my hygiene, replied to a few emails and went to check on the kids. 

My heart skipped a beat when I got into their rooms and they weren’t there and I wasn’t hearing their tiny voices I walked around the villa and finally heard their giggles from Elijah’s room. 

“Come in.” Elijah’s voice sounded from over the door and I strolled in only to see his painted face seated on the bed wearing a shirt while the kids were still in their matching night-wears, one was green and the other was yellow, just similar patterns and designs. 

I was genuinely thinking of finally launching my kids line of fashion and I just pictured my babies modeling for it It was going to make cry, so I made a mental note to start designing and sketching and talk to Lucas about it. 

Elijah, millionaire, CEO, intimidating man who once terrified boardrooms was sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a white shirt that was… painted. His whole face had streaks of color like a toddler had used him as a limited-edition masterpiece canvas. 

They had powder, some of their painting brush and color from yesterday’s sip and paint and I was speechless as soon as I saw the sight. 

They both paused and just stared at me until we all burst out laughing all at once. 

“What exactly is happening?” I asked, moving closer for inspection. I adjusted the waistband on my leggings and squinted my eyes. 

I could feel their eyes on me, as humour and amusement was plastered on their faces. 

Andrew wiped his nose with the back of his hand, leaving a green streak on his cheek. “Mommy, we’re decorating Daddy!” 

“Elijah, you let them attack you?” I asked, trying not to laugh. 

I folded my arms and tried to maintain a straight face. “And what’s the artistic interpretation of the blue stripe on his nose?” 

Andrew answered proudly, “It’s because he’s brave.” 

Amelia nodded. “And the yellow is because he loves us.” 

They had really adored him for what had done that day and I did stop seeing him as an inconsiderate, self- centered man, so I could definitely understand the twins’ words. 

“Oh,” I whispered, my heart turning into soft melting butter. “Of course.” 

Elijah didn’t smile, but his eyes softened in a way I rarely saw. The kind of soft that didn’t need a smile. The kind of soft that said he felt everything they didn’t say aloud. 

I sat beside them. “Well, Picasso Team, when you’re finished with your masterpiece, breakfast is waiting “