Chapter 1265

He nodded and walked to the bathroom to wash his hands, still holding

Evelyn in his arms.

The manor used to be quiet with almost no one there. Now, the whole house was noisy with children’s

animated shouting and laughter. You could even hear them on the third floor behind closed doors.

Carlos didn’t think he’d get any work done tonight, so he stayed in the living room to play with the kids

after dinner.

When it was bedtime, Colleen called Debbie.

“Debbie, how’s Jus doing?

A N G E L A ‘s L I B R A R Y

Can you two handle the both of them? If not, I can pick him up if you need me to.”

Debbie took a glance at the Little boy and assured her, “We’re good.

Jus is just fine. He just took a bath and Carlos is telling stories to the kids.”

“What? Carlos is telling them stories? He doesn’t seem to like kids very much. You sure he has the

patience for them?” Colleen asked in disbelief. She could hardly picture Carlos with a kid.

“Oh yeah, he’s been playing with them after he got home. I don’t need to take care of them. He does all

the work,” Debbie said with a happy smile.

Being in the room at the time, Carlos heard what she said to Colleen over the phone. Without missing a

beat, he glanced at Debbie and raised an eyebrow. He didn’t pause at all, still reading to the kids.

His expression seemed to say, “Look! I’m a good man, aren’t I?”

Debbie glared at him and walked out to the balcony.

“Just have a good time. Leave the kids to us,” Debbie said.

“We have a ton of maids, and two of them are nannies…” ALL of which was true. The servants

practically ran the household. No one had to Lift a finger. Not Carlos.

Not Debbie.

“Okay, okay. I get it. The reception here is bad, so no video chat with the kids. Give them my love.

Good night,” Colleen said.

“Uh huh. Good night.”

Walking back to the bedroom, Debbie found that the two kids were still listening with rapt attention to

the story Carlos was telling. They seemed so into the fantastic story that they weren’t sleepy at all.

She entered the walk-in closet to grab the pajamas that the housemaid had prepared for her. She

chipped in quickly, “I’m going to take a bath.”

Carlos paused the story and told her, “Go to my bedroom then. There’s no hot water in the guest

bedroom where you are.”

“Okay,” Debbie nodded dubiously, but she didn’t think much about it.

She grabbed the pajamas and walked down the hallway to Carlos’ bedroom.

When she finished her shower and emerged from the bathroom, she found