Sweet Love 2x: Miss Ruthless CEO for our Superstar Uncle-Chapter 130: What They Remember

By the time they left, the banquet had already begun to dissolve into smaller conversations and departing cars along the long winter drive. The music from the ballroom faded behind them as the doors closed, replaced by the quiet rhythm of tires against the road. The driver kept the car steady through the dark streets while city lights slid across the windows in slow reflections.

Leo and Lily had fallen asleep before they reached the main road.

They had tried to stay awake at first, Lily leaning against the window while whispering the last fragments of the evening to her brother. Leo answered through short messages on his tablet until the stylus slipped from his hand and rolled against the seat.

Now they slept side by side. Lily’s head rested against Leo’s shoulder, one small hand still curled loosely around the sleeve of his jacket. Leo leaned slightly toward her, his breathing steady and matched to hers.

In the front seat, Franz noticed in the rearview mirror.

"They didn’t last long," he said quietly.

Arianne turned. The faint glow from streetlights slipped across the twins’ faces as she looked back.

"No," she said.

She reached behind her to adjust Lily’s coat, pulling the fabric more carefully around the sleeping girl so the winter air would not wake her later. Neither child stirred.

The rest of the drive passed without much conversation. The city had grown quieter by the time they reached the house. Staff had left the entry lights on, but the rest of the residence remained dim—the kind of quiet that followed long evenings when the household had already settled.

Franz stepped out first. He opened the back door carefully and lifted Leo from the seat. Leo shifted in his sleep but did not wake, his arms settling loosely against Franz’s shoulders as he was carried inside.

Arianne followed with Lily. The girl stirred once as the cooler night air touched her face, then settled again when Arianne adjusted her hold and stepped through the doorway.

The hallway lights had been left low. Their footsteps moved softly across the floor as they carried the twins upstairs.

The twins’ room sat at the end of the corridor. The door opened into a warm, familiar space that reflected both children equally. Drawings Lily had made during the past few months lined one wall. Leo’s whiteboard rested on the small desk near the window beside his tablet charger.

The large bed in the center had become their shared territory long ago. They had separate blankets and pillows, but they rarely slept apart.

Franz lowered Leo carefully onto the mattress. Leo murmured something faintly as his weight settled against the pillow, but his eyes never opened. Arianne laid Lily beside him. The girl shifted immediately, turning toward her brother until their shoulders touched.

Franz straightened slowly.

"I will change him," he said quietly.

Arianne nodded.

They worked with the quiet efficiency that had become familiar over the past months. Franz lifted Leo slightly while Arianne pulled the sweater carefully over the boy’s head and replaced it with the soft sleep shirt folded at the end of the bed. Leo stirred once, then settled.

Lily proved easier. She barely moved while Arianne changed her clothes, her breathing slow and steady as the blanket was pulled gently around her shoulders afterward.

When they finished, Franz adjusted Leo’s pillow. Arianne smoothed Lily’s hair back from her forehead. For a moment they both remained standing beside the bed.

Leo made a faint sound in his sleep. Lily shifted closer without waking. The room grew still again.

Arianne’s hand remained resting lightly on the blanket.

Franz noticed she had not stepped away.

"What is it?" he asked quietly.

She didn’t answer right away.

"I should not have let them hear that."

He understood immediately. Angelika’s voice earlier in the evening still lingered in his memory. The careless insinuation about Alexander’s death had been sharp enough for adults to recognize the insult. For children, the meaning could take a turn for the worse.

"They are too young to understand what she meant," Arianne continued. Her voice remained calm, but Franz heard the tension beneath it.

"They might remember it anyway."

Franz leaned lightly against the bedframe.

"They will not remember it the way she intended."

Arianne glanced toward him. "Children remember strange things."

"That is true." Franz looked down at the twins again. Leo’s arm had shifted slightly across the blanket, resting near Lily’s shoulder.

"But they also remember who stayed," he added.

Arianne followed his gaze.

"They remember who took care of them."

The words settled gently in the room.

Her shoulders relaxed.

"Yes," she said.

But she didn’t move.

He waited.

"Arianne."

She looked at him.

"You’re not still there. You’re here."

She let out a slow breath. "I know."

Franz turned off the lamp beside the bed. They stepped out quietly and pulled the door closed behind them.

The hallway felt even quieter now. Arianne walked toward the far end of the corridor instead of turning toward the bedroom. Franz watched her for a moment before following.

Her study door stood slightly open. The desk lamp inside cast a warm circle of light across the room.

Arianne entered first and set her phone and clutch on the desk. For the first time since the banquet had begun hours earlier, she allowed herself a slow breath.

The door opened again behind her. Franz stepped inside and closed it. The latch clicked softly.

Before she could turn fully, his arms slipped around her from behind. She paused. But she did not move away.

Franz rested his chin lightly against her shoulder.

"You were beautiful tonight," he said quietly.

Arianne let out a soft laugh.

"That is a dangerous thing to say after a five-hour banquet."

"I spent most of the evening thinking about hiding you from everyone in that room," he continued.

Arianne tilted her head slightly. "That would have caused more problems."

"Probably." He didn’t smile. "But I thought about it anyway."

She studied him. "What stopped you?"

"You looked like you belonged there."

She considered that. "I did?"

"More than anyone."

He did not loosen his arms.

Arianne turned slowly within the circle of his embrace. She leaned back against the edge of the desk. Franz stepped closer.

For a moment they simply looked at each other in the quiet room. The tension that had filled the evening had finally faded.

Franz lifted a hand and brushed a loose strand of hair away from her face. Then he kissed her.

The movement was slow and certain. Arianne pulled him closer, the edge of the desk pressing lightly against her back. Franz stepped forward until he stood between her knees. One hand settled at her waist. The other rested against the desk beside her.

The room remained silent except for the faint sound of winter wind outside.

Down the hall, the twins slept peacefully beneath their shared blanket.

Inside the study, the desk lamp cast a soft circle of light across the room.

Arianne sat on the edge of the desk. Franz stood close between her knees, his hand still resting against her waist.

He kissed her again.