Our Billion-Worth Twins by Velvet Antler

Chapter 292

Cedrick finished his soup and went to stay in the mansion’s study by habit. He had left the office early, after all, and there was unfinished work that needed to be done.

By the time he completed all the tasks, it was already half past two in the morning.

He pinched the bridge of his nose and felt a thin layer of sweat on his skin, so he reached out for a tissue paper and wiped his face, only to see a flash of red. Cedrick’s composed feature froze. Where did this red smudge come from?

He thought back to the odd expressions on Albert and the servants’ faces and hurried to the bathroom. He kicked the door open and stared at his reflection in the mirror to find a face painted red as though his face was a whiteboard meant for children.

The faint citrus scent he smelt was indeed from Catelyn’s lipstick when he foolishly thought that it was merely her scent lingering on him.

His expression darkened maliciously. ‘Darn that Catelyn Clark!’ he growled internally. ‘She dared to draw on my face? Not one of the servants in Mason Estate told me about this!’

Catelyn woke up with a sneeze as though something ominous was about

made a mistake and hid in Joanne’s house, refusing to come out; Joanne had locked the door and refused

gritted her teeth furiously as she sent message after message to Miles. In the end, Joanne replied to all

find someone to break the lock on Joanne’s door, her phone

ran down her spine the moment she saw the caller

It was Cedrick

the phone at the sight of his number like she was holding onto

not, so despite the guilt, she wordlessly pressed the (Answer) button. With a sweet voice, she said, “Hello? Good morning, Master Cedrick! Have you had your breakfast yet? The weather is a bit chilly today, so remember to

his temper, but he choked on his

less furious, but he realized how childish his action was. It almost felt like persistently confronting someone for stepping