บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Love Me: I Already Left With His Twins: บทที่ 301 - บทที่ 310

Lydia POVIf there was anything I knew about Anna, it was that she was dying to know what went down yesterday night.And I was dead-ass sure she already had an inkling about what happened.Me and Anna had been friends for close to a year now. Yeah, roughly a year.Let me just call it a year.And in that time, I had learned quite a lot about this girl.For one, Anna had absolutely no shame when it came to talking about her personal life, especially her sex life.She had told me all about her sexual experiences with her husband on multiple occasions, and every single time, I was like, I’m not interested, girl. Keep seducing.But when it came to me?Suddenly, she was a journalist.An investigator.A detective.And considering that I had the twins after my first intimacy with Dave, I didn’t really have a lot of sexual experience to begin with. At least, not compared to Anna.So Anna was usually curious.Very curious.Curious, curious.And I also knew there was absolutely no way I was gett

Dave POVAfter disturbing Lydia sufficiently enough for one morning, I eventually got bundled out of her room with the children like we were three particularly annoying guests who had overstayed our welcome.I didn’t even complain.Mostly because Lydia had that look on her face—the one that said if I argued, she would personally find a way to throw me out of the house. And partly because watching her try to maintain her dignity after everything Anna had heard was far too entertaining to ruin.Eli was still asking questions as we walked down the hallway, and Ava was laughing at him every few seconds. I looked back once before leaving and caught Lydia standing near her bedroom door, arms folded, watching us with an expression that was equal parts exasperation and amusement. She caught me looking and immediately pointed toward the hallway.“Go.”I smiled.“Yes, ma’am.”“Dave.”I laughed and finally turned around.By the time I got downstairs, though, my mind had already moved on to somet

Dave POVThe first idea was the one I had initially imagined because it felt like something Lydia would actually appreciate. No crowd. No photographers hiding behind bushes. No restaurant full of strangers pretending not to watch. Just us.I imagined taking her somewhere that mattered to us, somewhere quiet enough that we could actually hear each other. I had thought about a private terrace overlooking the city, but not one of those overly decorated spaces covered in flowers and candles until you couldn’t see the floor anymore. I wanted something understated. Warm lights strung along the edge of the terrace, a small dinner table set for two, her favourite food, soft music playing somewhere in the background, and the city stretching out beyond us. I would let her eat first. We’d talk. I’d make her laugh. Maybe we’d reminisce about some of the ridiculous things that happened between us over the years. Then, when the evening felt natural rather than staged, I’d tell her why I was asking

Lydia pov I didn’t think there was any need for games or elaborate strategies when it came to something like that. If the woman wanted to marry her boyfriend, why couldn’t she just tell him? Plain and simple. She could tell him she wanted him to put a ring on her finger, that she wanted to spend the rest of her life with him, and that she wanted them to build a proper life together. What was the point of all the gimmicks and guessing games? We were all adults. Honestly, I didn’t understand why people made these things more complicated than they needed to be. Dave nodded towards me and said “Yes. You’re right.” His eyebrows lifted slightly. I smiled. “I’m always right.” Then, before I could respond, he leaned into me, wrapping his arms around me and pressing a quick kiss against my cheek. My whole expression softened. “Oh, please,” I muttered when I caught the look on his face. “Dave, are you usually like this?” “Like what?” “Like this.” I waved a hand vaguely between us. “Al

Lydia POVDave remained quiet, listening.“And then there’s the house,” I continued. “Are we moving somewhere else? Are we staying here? Are we actually living together? Because apparently these are things I should have thought about before deciding I want to spend the rest of my life with someone.”He gave me a small smile at that last part, but he didn’t interrupt.I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t smile. I’m being serious.”“I’m listening.”I waited.He leaned back slightly, his fingers loosely intertwined in front of him. For the first time since I started talking, his expression became thoughtful.“Honestly?” he said.“Honestly.”“I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”I blinked.“Really?”He nodded. “Not properly. I’ve thought about it in passing, obviously. But I haven’t sat down and planned everything out.”His gaze moved briefly around the room, almost as if he were seeing our current life from a different angle.“About the house, I don’t think we need to rush into moving.”I nod