Our Billion-Worth Twins

Chapter 46

Chapter 46 “Who are you calling Darling?” snapped Cedrick. Catelyn, having lost most of her grip on reality under the influence of alcohol, was baffled at this. ‘Is this not my darling Miles?’ She grinned in a manner that was both innocent and seductive, before leaning toward him and cupping his cheeks with her hands. “You, of course! Don’t move; let me give you a kiss. It’s been a whole day since I last saw you. I missed you so much. Mwah!” A kiss was planted on Cedrick’s chin, and it was so unexpected that Cedrick glowered. “Stop moving, or I’ll throw you!” Cedrick took Catelyn to a hotel across the road and took out his card, placing it over the counter. “One room.” Hearing his voice, the receptionist looked up and instantly locked eyes on Cedrick’s face longingly. ‘Goodness…what a handsome man! His mannerism is so elegant, too-even better than popular idols!’

Cedrick had shown his face before to the public, and whenever he did, he ended up being the target of all sorts of fantasies. Apparently, this was one of the many times it happened. He scowled in displeasure and repeated his request sternly, “I said, one room.” “A-Alright, Sir!” The receptionist came over and showed him her most polite, gentle smile. “Which floor would you prefer? We have the fourteenth, seventeenth, and twenty-third floor available tonight.” “Twenty-third.” “Alright! Which direction would you like for your room to face? We have rooms facing east and also south…”. “South.” Cedrick was running out of patience, but the receptionist was too engrossed by how wondrous his voice was, one that sounded husky and seductive, better-sounding than any singer she had ever heard. All rights © NôvelDrama.Org.

“One more word and I’ll get you fired from this place.” The receptionist fell silent at this, her bubble burst by how cold he was. Cedrick carried Catelyn to the presidential suite on the 23rd floor, and at this point, she was already drunk to the point she could not tell south from north. Her long lashes quivered, and as Cedrick was about to set her down on the bed, she grabbed onto his collar forcefully and turned to pin him against the bed. His black suit appeared more eye-catching in contrast to the pearly white bed sheets. She sat on top of him, her hair cascading down her shoulders. Her eyes shone coquettishly as she reached her finger to lift Cedrick’s chin. “Y-You look so much like my baby.” Silence ensued before Cedrick broke it with a firm command, “Catelyn Clark, get off of me.” “No. My darling would sing to make me happy, so you need to sing and make me happy as well!” demanded Catelyn, her voice hoarse and her eyes clouded with tears. As Catelyn sat on his waist, Cedrick could detect the way her body temperature rose from drinking too much, and his breaths began to labor as well. “Catelyn, this is the last time I’m warning you,” he threatened ominously. “Get off.” “Don’t try to act all scary. Do you think I’d be afraid of you simply because you look 3/3 like my darling? Hmph!” Catelyn was more demanding than he was, pouting as she mumbled, “Why is it so hot?” She tossed the jacket away and gasped for air. When Cedrick caught sight of her silky skin, all the veins on his forehead began to protrude.