Twin Cupids at Work Daddy Come Home novel Chapter 575

Madeline’s eyes lingered on Julian, her mind racing with silent worries. She couldn’t shake the fear that whatever Christian was keeping from them would end up driving a wedge between her and Julian forever.

Julian brushed a gentle kiss over her lips, his voice low and rough. “We’re in this together. No matter what happens, we’ll figure it out.”

Madeline pressed her palm lightly to his mouth, looking up at him with a rare seriousness. “Julian, can you promise me one thing?”

He hummed in response, eyes searching hers.

“No matter what happens, no matter what old grudges or secrets come up, please… don’t ever take it out on the kids. Promise me.”

Julian held her gaze, falling quiet for a long moment. “Did something happen? Did you find out something you’re not telling me?”

She shook her head, her voice soft but steady. “I don’t know. I just have this bad feeling, like something’s about to happen.”

She thought about how much Christian seemed to hate her. Whatever it was, it had to be big. So big that even giving Julian her kidney all those years ago hadn’t changed anything in Christian’s heart.

Julian saw the sadness and worry flicker across her face and couldn’t help but feel protective. He leaned in, fingers slipping through her hair. “Hey, don’t worry. I’m here. I promise.”

His words were gentle but full of strength, and somehow, they chased away some of the darkness in her chest.

Madeline looked up at him and nodded, letting herself believe him. Julian was right. Whatever was coming, they’d face it together. There was no point in getting worked up over something they didn’t even know yet.

She tried to smile. “Let’s not talk about this right now. Are you hurt?”

Julian arched his brow, opening his arms just a little. “Why don’t you check for yourself?”

Her eyes drifted down to his chest, where his shirt hung open, revealing sun-kissed skin and a hint of muscle.

They’d been married for three years. They’d seen each other in every possible way. Still, the idea of undressing him made her cheeks heat up.

She cleared her throat, glancing away in embarrassment. “Can’t you feel if you’re hurt or not?”

“I’m not doing anything,” he murmured, his voice rough and thick with want.

“You… you really can’t control yourself,” Madeline said, pulling back just enough to catch her breath, her eyes narrowed, teasing but knowing.

Julian chuckled softly. “Guess that’s just proof of how irresistible you are.”

She gave him a look, cheeks flushed, pushing at his shoulder. “It’s your own fault for having no self-control.”

He grinned, that lazy, playful edge slipping into his voice. “Yeah, I’m not exactly proud of that. So what should we do about it?”

Madeline’s face burned. The man in front of her, with his shirt undone and hair a little messy, was nothing like his usual polished self. There was something reckless and wildly tempting about him right now.

What was she supposed to do?