My Billionaire Ex Beg For A Second Chance-Chapter 230: Strange Adult Secrets

The twins’ room was still dim, the curtains drawn against the early morning sun. On the floor, scattered with crayons and a few stuffed animals, Maya and Nathan sat cross-legged in their pajamas, their hair sticking up in all directions after a night’s sleep.

Maya held her doll with great seriousness, pressing the doll’s face against another toy’s plastic head.

"They were eating each other’s mouths," she whispered, reenacting the strange sight she had witnessed the night before.

Nathan wrinkled his nose. He leaned closer, his hands gripping his knees. "That’s not eating. Mom only eats toast, not Uncle Felix’s face."

"It looked like eating," Maya insisted stubbornly, pushing the doll’s face harder against the other. "Like this, smoooch, smoooch, and then-" she snapped the doll’s head back dramatically, pretending to bite.

Nathan frowned, his brows drawn down the way Katherine’s did when she scolded them. "But... did it hurt? ’Cause when Mommy kisses us, it’s just soft. She doesn’t bite."

Maya shrugged, though her eyes shone with curiosity. "Maybe grown-ups like biting each other’s lips. Maybe it’s a secret adult thing."

"That’s weird," Nathan muttered, hugging his stuffed bear protectively. "Why would you want to get bitten? I don’t want anyone biting me."

Maya leaned closer and whispered like she was revealing the greatest mystery in the world. "Maybe... maybe that’s why Mom looked red. I saw her cheeks. They were all hot."

Nathan’s eyes widened. "You saw that too?"

They sat in silence for a long moment, the weight of this strange discovery settling on their little shoulders. The only sound in the room was the faint ticking of the clock on the wall and the muffled hum of the fridge in the kitchen.

Finally, Nathan huffed, scratching his head. "Adults are so weird."

"Yeah," Maya agreed, folding her arms with a dramatic sigh. "Super weird."

When they shuffled into the kitchen a few minutes later, both twins were quieter than usual.

The warm smell of toast and butter filled the air, and Katherine, dressed neatly for work, greeted them with a bright smile. "Good morning, sleepyheads! You finally decided to join us."

She set down a plate of golden toast on the table.

Felix was already there, sitting casually at the table in a crisp white shirt, sleeves rolled up. A mug of black coffee rested in his hand. His dark eyes flicked toward the twins as he smirked. "Well, well. Look who finally rolled out of bed. Did you two have a late-night party I don’t know about?"

Maya and Nathan exchanged a loaded glance across the table. They both plopped into their chairs without a word.

"No party," Nathan muttered.

"Just... sleeping," Maya added quickly, fiddling with her fork.

Felix arched an eyebrow, amusement glinting in his eyes. "Huh. That’s a first. You’re usually chattering like little birds."

Katherine glanced at them, noticing the odd silence. "Are you two okay? You’re awfully quiet this morning."

"We’re fine, Mom," Nathan answered a little too quickly.

"Just hungry," Maya added.

Katherine smiled and buttered their toast, sliding the plates in front of them. "Eat up then."

The twins sat obediently, though their big eyes occasionally flicked toward Felix, then back at their mother, as if expecting them to do something strange again. Felix caught the looks once or twice, quirking his lips in mild suspicion, but said nothing.

The atmosphere was light until the doorbell rang.

Katherine wiped her hands on a dish towel and went to answer.

Leonard stood there, tall and sharply dressed as always, his expression calm but his presence immediately making the air a little heavier. "I’ll take the twins today," he said smoothly, his voice clipped but polite.

Katherine blinked in surprise. "Yeah, sure."

Felix leaned back in his chair, setting down his coffee. "Good morning, Leonard," he said lightly, though his eyes lingered on Leonard with quiet challenge.

Leonard gave a quick nod, stepping inside just enough for the twins to come running to the door with their school bags.

Katherine knelt down to adjust Maya’s collar and smooth Nathan’s hair. "Be good today, alright? Listen to your teachers."

"Yes, Mommy," they chimed in unison.

Felix’s gaze followed her the entire time, softening just slightly when she laughed at something Maya whispered.

Leonard’s expression tightened again, but he said nothing as he ushered the twins out.

The car ride was unusually quiet at first. The twins were buckled into the back seat, staring out the window as the city slowly passed by. Leonard adjusted the rearview mirror, his hands steady on the wheel.

It wasn’t until the second traffic light that Maya suddenly leaned forward, her little hands gripping the edge of her seat belt.

"Uncle Leo," she asked, her voice curious and innocent, "why do people put their lips together and bite?"

Leonard nearly choked. The car jolted slightly as he pressed the brakes harder than intended.

He whipped his head around, eyes wide. "What?"

Maya pressed her palm against her lips, demonstrating. "Like this." Then she pretended to nibble, making a muffled "nom-nom" sound.

Nathan joined in, nodding seriously. "Yeah. They do this-" he squished his hands together-"and then they bite. Why?"

For a moment, Leonard could only stare, completely horrified. "Where did you-who showed you that?"

The twins exchanged a glance. Nathan blurted it out first. "Mom and Uncle Felix."

Maya nodded eagerly, adding, "In the kitchen last night. We were gonna go to the bathroom, but then we saw them."

The steering wheel creaked under Leonard’s tightening grip. His knuckles turned white, his jaw locked so hard it ached.

In the rearview mirror, the twins saw his expression harden, his usually calm face dark as thunder.

Silence fell heavy over the car. The ticking of the turn signal seemed unnaturally loud.

Leonard’s voice, when it came, was clipped, icy. "Don’t ask anyone else about this. Not your teachers. Not your friends. Not even your mom. Do you understand me?"

The twins nodded quickly.

"Good," Leonard muttered, his eyes fixed on the road ahead. "I’ll... explain it later. Right now, we’ll be late for school."

But his voice was strained, brittle, as though each word was held together by a thread.