All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Lydia POV The silence that settled over the dining table after my outburst was almost tangible. Just moments ago, the room had been overflowing with laughter, interrupted conversations and two overly excited six-year-olds talking over each other about telescopes, chemistry kits and constellations. Now, the only sounds were the occasional scrape of cutlery against ceramic plates and the faint hum of the air conditioner somewhere behind me. I hated silence like this. Not because it was loud. Because it usually meant someone had been hurt. I glanced across the table at Ava. She had quietly placed the silver constellation necklace beside her plate exactly where I’d asked her to, her little fingers resting next to it as though she was afraid it might disappear if she looked away for too long. She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t pouting either. She simply continued eating her dinner in the same calm, polite way she always did. Somehow… That made me feel even worse. Children weren’t sup

Theo’s POVHalf the restaurant probably knew my name now. I walked over, shaking my head. “You know,” I said as I pulled out my chair, “most people simply wave.” “That’s boring.” “You’ve been here long?” She glanced at the empty basket of tortilla chips on the table. “…Maybe.” “Anna.” “They brought complimentary chips.” “And?” “I got hungry.” I looked toward the waiter. “Did she already order?” Anna answered before he could. “I ordered appetizers.” “You said we were having dinner.” “We are.” “I also ordered dinner.” “…Anna.” “And maybe dessert.” I stared at her. She smiled sweetly. “What?” I laughed under my breath. “I forgot how exhausting you are.” “You say exhausting.” She reached across the table dramatically. “I say delightful.” The waiter returned carrying sizzling fajitas, grilled vegetables, warm tortillas, fresh guacamole, roasted corn, and a platter of steak sliced perfectly over peppers and onions. I looked from the

Lydia’s POVI rolled my eyes, gathering the reports into neat piles.“Cancel my seven-thirty virtual movie night with Anna.”Her smile immediately disappeared.“Oh…”“You’ve just volunteered me for war.”I looked up.“What?”“You think Anna is going to accept that calmly?”“I’ll explain.”“She worships movie nights.”“I know.”“She literally creates themed snack menus.”“I know.”“Last month she mailed you popcorn seasoning because she said your collection was ‘embarrassingly basic.’”“I know.”She shook her head dramatically.“I wish you luck.”I laughed despite myself.“She’ll survive.”“Will you?”“I’ll survive too.”My assistant picked up her phone.“I’ll notify her before she starts buying snacks.”“Thank you.”“And…”She looked back at me with a mischievous smile.“I’m not taking responsibility if she declares emotional warfare.”I laughed.“I’ll take full responsibility.”“Excellent.”“Because she’ll definitely blame somebody.”By six o’clock, I was finally home.The house felt

Lydia POVA tiny crease formed between my brows.Theo noticed immediately.“Everything alright?”“I’m not sure.”I excused myself politely before answering.“Hi, Grace.”“Good evening.”Her voice sounded calm.Immediately, my shoulders relaxed.“Is everything okay?”“Everything is perfectly fine.”“Then why are you calling?”“It’s Ava.”My heart skipped anyway.“What happened?”“Nothing bad.”“Is she hurt?”“No.”“Is Eli alright?”“He’s perfectly fine.”I frowned.“Then?”Grace laughed softly.“She insists she has to see you tonight.”“See me?”“Yes.”“I asked whether she could just tell me what it was.”“And?”“She said no.”“She said, ‘I have to tell Mommy myself.’”I pinched the bridge of my nose.Typical.Completely typical.If Ava insisted on seeing me…Then whatever it was had become monumental in her little world.“I’ll be home soon.”“Alright, ma.”The call ended.I returned to the table.Theo looked at me expectantly.“Everything okay?”“Yes.”I smiled apologetically.“My dau

Lydia’s POVThree days.That was exactly how long Anna allowed me to enjoy my peace before she came to collect the debt I apparently owed her.I had barely settled into my office that morning when my assistant knocked twice before peeking her head through the door with the kind of expression that immediately made me suspicious.“Ma’am…”I looked up from the quarterly reports spread across my desk.“Yes?”She hesitated.“You have… a visitor.”I frowned slightly.“I don’t remember scheduling one.”“You didn’t.”That earned her my full attention.“So why do you look like you’re about to laugh?”She bit the inside of her cheek, failing miserably to hide her smile.“…You’ll see.”Before I could ask another question, she stepped aside.And in walked Anna.Or rather…A walking flower shop.She was carrying the largest bouquet of flowers I had ever seen in my entire life. It was overflowing with white lilies, blush roses, peonies, hydrangeas and eucalyptus leaves wrapped in elegant cream pape