Semua Bab Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: Bab 231 - Bab 235

Theo POV “Does any of that make sense to you?” She folded her arms. “You’re embarrassing me.” “No. You embarrassed yourself.” Her face hardened. “You’ve become so protective of Lydia.” “This has nothing to do with Lydia.” “Really?” “Yes.” “You didn’t even used to defend people like that.” “Because I didn’t have a reason to.” She scoffed. Then she went somewhere I never expected her to go. “You know what? Maybe I should remind you that there was a time when I was the one who had to deal with your issues.” My stomach dropped. “What does that have to do with this?” “You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I stared at her. She had brought up the accusations she’d once made during our custody battle. The old ones. The ones about my lifestyle. The ones she’d used to question my fitness as a father. The ones we’d spent months fighting over in court. “Don’t.” She looked away. “I’m just saying—” “Don’t.” My voice was colder this time.

Dave POVThe acquisition had consumed the better part of my month.Every day seemed to begin with another meeting and end with another document waiting for my signature. We were upgrading several of our internal systems at the same time, which meant dealing with engineers, consultants, lawyers, investors, department heads, and enough technical jargon to make me question whether I had accidentally enrolled in another university degree. On top of that, government approval was still hanging over the entire project, and anyone who had ever dealt with government processes knew exactly what that meant: paperwork, meetings, revisions, more paperwork, and the occasional phone call that somehow created three more problems instead of solving the original one.I should have been focused entirely on it.Instead, there was a date sitting quietly at the back of my mind.This month.I was seeing my children this month.I didn’t care how complicated the acquisition became. I didn’t care how many meet

Lydia POVI didn’t turn around immediately.“Who?”“Theo.”I slowly placed the pickle back on my plate.Then I turned.Dave was standing near the kitchen counter, watching me.“What about him?”“I don’t know him.”“That sounds like a personal problem.”His eyebrows pulled together.“Lydia.”I sighed. “What?”“Who is he?”I stared at him for a moment.There it was.That tone.That subtle expectation that because we had once been married, he automatically deserved access to every part of my life.“Why?”“Because he’s here.”“So?”“He came to your house.”“Yes.”“He seems familiar with you.”I gave him a look.“I’m sorry. Am I supposed to submit a guest list to you?”“That isn’t what I’m saying.”“Because it sounds exactly like what you’re saying.”His jaw tightened.“I just want to know who spends time around my children.”“And you think I’m careless enough to bring random people around them?”“I didn’t say that.”“You didn’t have to.”The words came out sharper than I intended.For a s