Bye, My Irresistible Love

Chapter 754: Platt Likes The Twins

Helen's POV:

Right after Polly stopped talking, an awkward tension could be felt inside the car. She enjoyed reading picture books, and through those books, she thought that heaven was a good place. Each time people asked her where her father was, she would tell them that he was in heaven. I had actually never brought this up before, but one day I just realized that Polly was always asking me about her father. I didn't want to explain it over and over, so I came up with a small white lie. And now, the entirety of her kindergarten knew about it.

Even Ruben and his wife believed that the lie I made up was true. For that reason, they all felt sorry for me when they saw me.

In a show of sympathy, Platt said, "I now understand that why you're always wearing black and why you rarely ever smile. Forgive me for my rudeness before. I shouldn't have just rudely asked you to wear something festive."

It was rare for him to be so solemn. Honestly, I didn't know how to respond, so I just ignored him.

Once the car arrived at his villa, I helped him get off his car. However, he simply waved his hands in dismissal and remarked, "Don't bother. I have this crutch and I'm perfectly capable of walking by myself."

However, the villa he lived in was detached. There were several sets of stairs from the place we got off to the door of his villa. It would be inconvenient for him to walk there even in a crutch.

He attempted to get up the stairs, and he almost fell down doing it.

Steadying himself, he looked at me with pleading eyes. "Um... Helen? Do you mind lending me a hand?"

Thereafter, I approached him and walked him to his villa.

He was tall and relatively heavy, and all of his weight was now leaning against me. He had one hand on his crutch, and the other was strapped over my shoulder. Step by step, we went up the stairs together.

I gnashed my teeth in frustration, feeling like carry a sack of 200 pounds potatoes. Fortunately, the stairs weren't that high and we eventually reached the top. There, he let go of me.

Once I had helped him up the stairs, I stopped at the door of his villa, showing no intention of going in. After all, that rich lady was probably the one who owned this place. It wouldn't be a good idea for me to go inside, because it would only cause misunderstandings.

However, he didn't seem to care about that and invited us in. "I called someone to bring some food over. Stay over for dinner. Take it as a token of my thanks for helping me get out of the hospital and escorting me home."

That being said, I didn't refuse his offer this time. I held the kids’ hands and walked in. This is property © of NôvelDrama.Org.

Upon entering the living room, I was shocked by what I saw. It looked more like an amusement park than a place people lived in. The living room alone spanned across several hundred meters. There was a go-kart track, a rock climbing wall, a basketball court, an area one could play darts, an archery range, and a drum set.

"This is your house right? Not the outdoor activities club?"

"Who's going to open an outdoor activities club within a villa? This floor is always empty, so I installed some recreational activities that I can do to kill time." While Platt was explaining that to me, he was already playing with the two kids.

The kids were filled with a sense of wonder and curiosity, for they had never seen these kinds of things before.

At first, they were a little shy to do anything, but eventually, they no longer cared and began playing.

With the crutch in hand, Platt inched towards the elevator and said to Luis and Polly, "Let's eat first, and then you can come back downstairs to play."

Luis and Polly had grown very fond of him by now, so they listened to him obediently. They put down the toys they had in hand and ran after him like his two little tails.

Platt took us to the second floor via the elevator. Its decoration was completely different from the previous floor. The second floor was suitable for living. It was comfortable, but for some reason, it felt empty. Somehow, it made me feel like there were no other people living here.

Luis and Polly were delighted to see all the food served on the table. They sat at the table, waiting for me to help them with the dishes.

The dishes were definitely not takeout food. Each of them were exquisitely delicious. The kids ate a lot.

Since I already ate a big lunch with Ruben and Clare, I wasn't that hungry tonight. But out of politeness, I sat down at the dinner table with them.

I opted to eat some simple salad for dinner.

While he was devouring meat, Platt stared at the vegetables in my bowl in disdain. "Why are you eating so little? You're already thin enough. You don't need to lose weight."

Platt's POV:

After dinner, I took the kids to the first floor and sat on the living room sofa.

There were a pair of dumbbells beside the sofa, so I used them for a quick workout. The kids sat next to me, curiously watching what I was doing.

They had the innocence of kids their age, but they weren't naughty. It was easy to tell that their mother had taught them well.

After putting down the dumbbells, I ruffled their heads and said, "Do you kids want to draw?"

"Yes!" Polly answered happily.

Although Luis remained silent, his eyes were also gleaming with excitement.

My heart softened when I saw the look on their faces. Like magic, I took out two markers from the side table and gave them to the kids. Then, I stretched out my leg in plaster and said, "You can draw here."

Polly was a lively, bubbly little girl. The way she called me uncle was so heartwarming. It was like music to my ears.

Luis, on the other hand, was introverted. Because he was in an unfamiliar environment, he observed his surroundings in silence. After making sure that there was no danger to himself, he became a little more relaxed.

Even after he got the marker, Luis didn't get close to me right away. Instead, he stared at me intently. I smiled at him as a form of encouragement, but I didn't urge him to draw right away. Pretty soon, he dropped his guard, slowly drew closer to me, and began doodling on my leg.

Polly drew a cute little pig. I couldn't recognize what Luis was sketching though, so I asked tentatively, "Luis, what are you drawing there? Care to tell me what it is?"

"He's drawing a working mom!" Polly explained for her brother.

After taking a closer look at the sketch, it did look like a working mom, though it appeared to be an abstract drawing.

I didn't expect that Luis had a knack for art.

Moments later, the once clean plaster on my leg had been doodled with all sorts of strange patterns by Luis and Polly. One could hardly imagine what it used to look like now.

Once the plaster had been riddled with doodles, I proposed we play a different game. The kids happily agreed.

Helen offered to clear up the dinner table after we finished dinner. I wanted to refuse her offer, but I relented, because I knew that she didn't like the idea of owing other people favors.

By the time she arrived downstairs, Luis, Polly, and I, were playing guessing games.

Helen took a lock at my leg and frowned.

Despite noticing it, lignored her reaction and continued playing with the kids.

With my hands behind my back, I asked them, "Is it in my left or right hand?"

"Left hand!" they said in unison.

I opened my palm before their hopeful eyes, and showed that the object was within my right hand.

When they realized that they had lost, the smile on their faces disappeared and they looked dejected.

Amused, I broke into laughter.

Children were so easily fooled!