The Adorable Twin’s Sticky Daddy novel Chapter 342

Without answering, Nancy walked past him and hurried downstairs.

At the same time, Charles emerged out of his room, glancing at Edward with his unruly eyes. "Edward, what's up?" he asked indifferently but the latter gazed at his son instead of answering him first.

"Bobby, help your Mommy make breakfast," Edward ordered softly, taking his phone from the little boy so that the latter can proceed to the kitchen and do as he was commanded. Then, the master of the house turned to gaze back at Charles and buried both hands on his pockets.

Meanwhile, Bobby began to sense the tension that was slowly building up between those two men. After all, with his sharp instincts, there was no way he could miss the evident grim that hovered on their faces.

So, the young boy answered obediently, "Okay, dad."

He glanced at Charles worriedly one last time before descending the stairs and headed to the kitchen.

"What's wrong? Do you want to fight me?" Charles shifted his weight on one leg and leaned both his arms on his waist. His eyes, now seemingly more calm and confident, were glued on Edward.

However, the latter did not seem intimidated and instead smiled coldly, saying, "Of course not! I’m just here to ask why the news about your marriage with Nancy suddenly disappeared online. Did you change your mind? If you really love her, you would take care of her and give her the best life instead of always making her cry! Give the sense of security she never had!" "I want to, but..." Charles sighed. He wanted to explain his side, but upon thinking of his mother, it seemed meaningless to clarify it to someone who probably would not understand.

"If you need my help, you can just ask me," Edward suddenly offered, much to Charles' surprise.

The latter cocked his head to one side and wondered how Edward could be so amiable with him now. He used to be hostile with him, and hearing his kind offer only made Charles even more confused. After all, he was his rival, right? Why would he help him?

"Well, don't overthink. I'm doing it for Nancy, not for you." Edward smiled with a distinct mockery hint, seeing as how confusion was written all over Charles' face. Then, he continued, "If you don’t treat Nancy well, I will kick you out of my house. But if she and the children accept you, then you have my blessings."

Hearing this, Charles took a step closer to Edward and patted the latter on his shoulder. Then, leaning closer, he whispered, "Well, you can count on that. Rest assured that you won’t stand a chance in taking away my woman and children, Edward." Then, the ever so dominant Charles flashed him a smile and uttered, "Well, I better get going."

"Don't you want to eat breakfast first?" Edward asked, raising his brows.

"I have something to deal with." After saying that, Charles started striding downstairs.

And while Edward was left standing on the corridor staring at his guest’s hurried back, he reminded, "Charles, if you skip breakfast, you might have a stomach ache later today."

Turning around, the latter flashed a sinister smile and uttered, "My stomach is not as fragile as yours."

At this point, Edward could only shrug his shoulders while staring at the man's receding figure. He did his best to offer, and if Charles was really bent on leaving, there was nothing he could do.

Meanwhile, Nadia, who had been listening to their conversation, walked out of the room.

"Dad, has my daddy left?" the young girl asked, rubbing her still sleepy eyes.

Edward then turned his head towards the kid. "Yes, kiddo. Your daddy just left," he replied, squatting down to pick her up.

"Oh, okay," Nadia answered lazily, staring at Edward's face with her big eyes. Maybe her dad just finished his morning exercise that was why his face was sweating. After all, it was not hot in the house, so there was no way he would sweat without doing anything.

Seeing this, the kid raised her hand and wiped his face gently.

"Nadia, do you like your daddy?" An almost invisible impatience glinted through his eyes as Edward asked. He knew it was such a silly question, but his instincts wanted to know what the little girl thought of his father. If he was planning to give up this fight, then he must be assured that Nancy and the kids would be in good hands. Otherwise, he would never let Charles have them.

Biting her fingers, Nadia thought for a while before answering, "I like Daddy, and I like you too."

"Thank you, kid!" Hearing her innocent and honest reply, Edward couldn't help smiling and planting a soft kiss on her forehead.

However, at the back of his mind, he also wanted to ask the kid whether she preferred living with him or her daddy, Charles.

In fact, when he heard the children calling Charles as ' daddy,' jealousy almost rained on Edward. But unlike the former, he didn't dare to say it out loud. And that was where he and Charles differed.

The latter, being an overbearing man, would always let people know what he wanted, while Edward was satisfied keeping his thoughts to himself and not forcing anyone to do anything.

"Breakfast is ready, Edward." Nancy's voice suddenly resounded from the kitchen.

The woman thought it was perhaps better to distance herself from the tension between the two men; otherwise, the house's atmosphere would only be too restive and strained for them to live in.

"Your daddy left?" she asked Bobby. Just now, she heard the sound of Charles coming downstairs, heavy and loud. It didn't sound like footsteps that a man suffering from waist injury could make. So, Nancy thought that the stubborn bull must have tricked him again this morning!

"Yup. He's gone," Bobby replied after stretching out his head to check the door.

Then, after glancing back to his mother, he saw the irritation flashing across her face while her lips were pressed into a thin line.

"Mommy, are you sad that daddy left?" the young boy asked with utmost curiosity.

Raising her hand, Nancy gently ruffled his hair and replied, "Don't think too much. I'm not sad."

"Mommy, daddy loves you very much, but he is too stupid to express himself. Don't you think so?" Bobby asked in his usual voice that sounded too grown-up for a kid.

Also thinking that the kid must be too matured for his age, Nancy flashed her son a half-smile. "I know. Don’t worry, honey. I won't marry your daddy for the time being." "Why?" This time, a hint of anxiousness replaced the curiosity in the young boy’s eyes.