Twins Secret (Tiffany)

Chapter 94 Would You Like to Remarry Me? Back at the Cooper Mansion, Tiffany and Leon walked into the living room, and the kids' eyes lit up like Christmas lights. They dropped their building blocks and bolted to Tiffany, wrapping her in a tight hug.

"Mommy, we thought you didn't want us anymore," Sam pouted, clinging to her and sneaking a cheeky wink at Leon when Tiffany wasn't looking.

Leon chuckled softly, knowing his son was playing wingman.

"Silly Sam, how could Mommy not want you?" Tiffany melted at their cuteness. She knelt down, hugging all three of them, not wanting to let go.

Just then, Ronald stepped out, saw the scene, and stroked his beard contentedly. He shot Leon a look that said, "You better not mess this up again!" Flora peeked out from Tiffany's embrace and asked sweetly, "Mommy, can you stay with us tonight?" Tiffany hesitated. If she stayed, what would that mean? Seeing her pause, Barry chimed in softly, "Mommy, I want to hear you finish the story tonight." Tiffany couldn't say no to Barry. He hadn't been with her since he was little, and she always wanted to make up for lost time. So, she would agree to anything he asked. "Okay, Mommy will stay with you tonight," Tiffany smiled, and the kids cheered. Leon couldn't help but grin.

Ronald had someone prepare a room for Tiffany, conveniently next to Leon's. He winked at Leon, making his intentions clear. Leon pretended not to notice and headed back to his room alone, nearly making Ronald blow a gasket.

Tiffany was then swarmed by the kids, who wanted her to stay with them before bed.

That night. Tiffany spent hours in the kids' room, plaving games and telling stories until they fell asleep. Then she put the storybook away, tucked them in, kissed their foreheads, and turned off the lights.

As she stepped out and turned around, she bumped right into Leon's chest. They were so close, and Leon's breathing quickened.

Tiffany quickly stepped back, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You... you were behind me, and you're so quiet," she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

Leon coughed, looking away awkwardly. "I cto check on the kids and just happened to run into you." Tiffany pursed her lips, pointing to her room. "It's late, I should go to bed." "Okay," Leon said, not stopping her, just watching as she quickly went to her room and shut the door.

Inside, Tiffany leaned against the door, her heart still pounding. The scene replayed in her mind, causing her cheeks to flush.

He was wearing silk pajamas, and the moment she bumped into him, she could feel the firm outline of his abs. The lingering warmth and the faint, pleasant scent from his recent shower made her head spin.

The more she thought about the encounter, the more flustered she became. She paced around her room, fanning herself in an attempt to calm down. Her mind was a whirlwind of emotions and memories.

Lying on her bed, she stared at the ceiling, her thoughts racing. Since their divorce, she hadn't stayed overnight at the Cooper Mansion, and the familiar surroundings now felt strangely foreign. She couldn't sleep, her mind too preoccupied with the events of the evening.

But she wasn't the only one who couldn't sleep. Leon, back in his own room, was tossing and turning, unable to find any rest. His thoughts were consumed by the brief yet electric moment they had shared.

With just a wall between them, Leon felt the srestlessness stirring in his heart. The proximity to Tiffany unearthed a flood of emotions he had tried to bury. He stared at the ceiling, remembering her flustered expression and the feel of her so close.

At two in the morning, Tiffany, driven by a rumbling stomach, decided to sneak downstairs for a snack. She moved quietly, mindful not to wake anyone.

As she turned the doorknob and closed the door behind her, she heard a noise from the next room. In the next second, Leon stepped out of his bedroom, mirroring her movements. They both froze, the air thick with awkwardness.

"Um... Leon, are you hungry too?" Tiffany asked, trying to break the tense silence.

Leon nodded. They walked downstairs together, and when they reached the kitchen, Leon headed straight for the coffee machine.

Just as he was about to grind sbeans, Tiffany's voice, tinged with doubt, cfrom behind. "Leon, are you really going to fill your stomach with that?" "What else?" he replied.

Tiffany shook her head, walked over, and put down his coffee cup. "You need real food. I'll cook, you wait." She dashed to the fridge, skillfully picking out ingredients, and whipped up two bowls of pasta. When Leon saw what she brought out, a wave of nostalgia hit him. It felt like old times.

Back when they were married, Tiffany would make him a late-night snack every night, but he never ate it, always claiming he wasn't hungry, leaving Tiffany disappointed. Yet, she never stopped making it. Thinking about it now, Leon felt a pang of guilt. He got up, helped her set the table, and they sat down to eat in silence.

During the meal, Leon kept sneaking glances at Tiffany, capturing the warmth and familiarity in ilarity in every m gesture she made. After they finished, the room fell silent. Leon's gaze lingered on her, and he couldn't help but ask, "Tiffany, for the kids' sake, would you consider remarrying me?"

Tiffany was taken aback, her fork pausing mid-air. She hadn't expected that. The kids did together and Thow it seemed like how want them back Leon did too. Yet, she couldn't forget the past-the indifference that had led to their divorce. Her voice was steady but soft. "Leon, letask you this: if the woman you think about day and night isn't me, would you still want to remarry me?" Her question lingered in the air like a challenge, one that cut deeper than his. Leon sat there, at a loss for words.

If it wasn't Tiffany, would he still want to remarry? The question echoed in his mind, turning over and over. He didn't have an answer.

They sat in silence until Tiffany broke the tension. She stretched, yawned, and tried to keep things light. "Now that we're full, it's tto rest. Leon, get ssleep." She headed upstairs first. Leon heard her door close, and his gaze dropped, feeling conflicted.