My ex-husband's nightmare - Chapter 71: Chapter 71

Mason
I stared at the girl for a while, “Is she your sister?” I asked, and he nodded gleefully.
“Yes. She's the one I told you about,” he looked at her. She looked like the quiet one. Her hair is short, just below her ears.
The little boy stepped to the side, letting go of her hand, which he had been holding. He placed his hand under his jaw and stared at both of us, looking from me to the little girl, then back to me.
“You look so much alike, don't you think?” He asked, and I nodded before I could stop myself.
Squatting to meet her height, I extended an arm, “Hey princess,” I called, and for the first time since she stood in front of me, her lips pulled slightly to the side.
Pleased with the response for what will now be her nickname, I continued when she took my hand, “What's your name?” I asked.
“Melanie.” She said.
I repeated the name, then I looked around, and there was no one behind them. I expected to see their mom or dad, or anyone, to explain this, cause this striking resemblance is puzzling.
If I didn't know better, I'd think I had a lost child.
“Did you come here by yourself?” I questioned, and they both shook their heads; they were in so much sync. “We came with our mom and nanny.” The boy said he pointed into the distance.
There were over four women in the direction he pointed to, so it wasn't helpful. I returned my attention to him.
I can't remember if he had introduced himself. He removed his hand from his jaws and then moved closer to me. “Did you forget my name?” he asked.
Right, just why I was thinking. “How did you know?” I asked in the same slow tone. Little Princess just kept looking between us.
“How could you?” He pointed his finger at me, and I struggled to keep a straight face at his disappointed expression.
“I'm sorry,” I said. I can't even remember if he had introduced himself.
Looking behind him again, I asked him to come closer. “I'll get you some chocolate bars; I know you snuck off to buy some,” I offered. He looked at me with realization.
“How did you know?”
“I'm an adult; I know all about children's thoughts.”
Melanie must have felt excluded, so I turned to look at her, “You want chocolate too, right?” I asked. She didn't respond and just looked at her brother as if waiting for him to speak before she did.
She may be young, but it was clear that she had admiration and respect for her brother.
“No, thank you.” We can't take anything from strangers.” He went back to holding his sister's hand. “I'm Liam. I hope you don't forget my name again.” He said and then smiled at me.
Melanie smiled too, and they waved at me before running off.
Seeing them both smile, they kinda look alike. I caught myself staring at where they stood a while ago with a smile.
Their parents must be lucky; I'd do anything to have children like them.
My smile faded when that thought crossed my mind. Biting on my bottom lip, I inhaled sharply and then continued placing chocolate into the little basket I was holding.
I walked around the mall after that just to clear my head. I also ended up buying some things which I knew I didn't need.
When I stepped out of the mall, I saw the kids at a distance.
They were held by a woman. They leapt as they spoke to her. I watched with a smile gracing my face, feeling a flutter in my chest.
My smile froze when the lady stopped. She let go of Melanie's hand and picked something from the floor.
Lydia?
Why is Lydia with those kids? She stood straight, then held on to the kids before walking to the car in front of them. The trunk of the car was opened, and an older woman was placing bags of what had been bought into it. The trunk slammed shut.
I started walking before I could stop myself.
“Lydia,” I called out before I could stop myself.
I could swear that I saw the woman pause for a while. The kids turned and waved at me, so the woman heard, but she just hurried them into the car, which drove off before I could get there.
Was I mistaken? That was Lydia.
But it wouldn't make sense if she were the one. First, it was one baby; second, she said she lost the baby.
There was no way she'd lie to me about it; she had no reason to. The thought of those kids and Lydia occupied my mind for the rest of my ride back. But it was so pushed away when I saw my mom and Julia in the kitchen.
Chatting and laughing together. Since Julia was better now, I decided to leave. I had work to do. And thankfully, she didn't complain.
I still need to see Lydia.
I couldn't see Lydia today either. Later that evening, I decided to go to the club with Denise after much persuasion.
I wasn't in the mood to dance, so we sat in a booth, but from here we were seated, we could see the dance floor and hear the music very well.
I didn't expect to see her here. But there she was wearing a red dress which stopped on her thighs and had a small slit. She looked breathtaking under the blue light as she swayed her body to the music.
How did I ever let her go?
“Denise, what do you think about dancing?” I asked.
“You said you didn't want to…” I was on my feet before she could complete her words. I changed my mind. I want to dance now.
I want to dance with her.
Lydia’s Pov
When I left home with the twins earlier in the morning, I didn't imagine meeting Mason at the mall.
I couldn't help but wonder if he had seen the twins earlier. Well, there was no way he'd know they were his just because he saw them with me, right?
I bit on the cover I held and looked down at the table, swirling my chair from side to side.
The door opened, and Mia stepped in.
“The launch was a success.” She said, placing an iPad in front of me. You, my lady, are a genius. How did you know that Mr. Arvin would mess the product up?” She asked, dropping onto the couch by the side.
She crossed one leg over the other and leaned into the chair.
“If I tell you it was pure coincidence, will you believe me?” I asked her, and she shook her head.
“Well,” I dropped the iPad on the table and turned so I could face her.
“I know Mr. Arvin; I did a little research about his personality and set up a scene; I arranged the props and all; he was just like an actor; he acted out what I had in mind.”
Mr. Arvin is no animal; he won't just attack anyone, although he has a shitty character and personality.
What I did was make sure the flight attendant did something to draw that anger out of him.
She didn't have to do too much.
“You are smart.” I smiled.
“You didn't just find that out, did you?” I asked, and she shook her head.
“I always know.” We both burst into laughter.
We spoke about other businesses, and the thirty minutes went by.
“I have to ban you. You can't just come in here and distract me from working whenever you want,” I said as I realized how much work I could have done at that time.
“You won't do that, who'll come keep you company if not me?” She asked.
“You called that keeping company?” She nodded, holding back her cheeky smile.
She stood, grabbing her iPad from the table.
“Today's the day.” She said, and I furrowed my brows, not understanding her.
“What's happening today?”
“You promised to have dinner with me to make up for keeping me in the office for a long time.” She continued before I could reply, “and it's not the first time you've promised me anything.”
“I don't want dinner; let's do something to cover all the dinners you've promised.”
I love the flint in her eye, “What should we do?”
“Let's go clubbing.” She proposed.
“That's not for me-”
“Mr. Woods will be there, and I've picked the perfect dress for you.”
I made a show of thinking, “Everything is ready, just your presence.”
“Fine. Let's go clubbing,” she jumped in excitement.
“You can't take your words back. You already agreed.” I nodded.
“We have six hours before we leave. You can't chicken out.” When she closed the door behind me, I swiveled my chair from side to side.
“Hmm, Mason would be there. This night may be interesting.”