Cohabitation With My Ex-Husband

Today before going to his office, Michael immediately headed to the hospital for a DNA test. As soon as he got out of his car, he didn't forget to take the small box that kept Gabriel's hair in it.

It was like a family heirloom to him, well kept and guarded.

After telling the hospital what he wanted, Michael was finally brought in for his checkup.

"So how long can I get the results?" Michael asked after he finished handing them Gabriel's hair and his DNA samples.

"For express service, the fastest results are within four working days for more accurate results."

Michael nodded when he heard that, although he was still not satisfied because it meant he would have to wait for another four days.

However, Michael was trying to be patient. If indeed they were his children, he would bring the results to Sarah.

Besides being a smart woman, Sarah was also a doctor.

Wouldn't that woman be able to successfully refute it when the results of the test showed the slightest doubt? So even though it took a little longer, Michael wanted the results to be as accurate as possible so Sarah couldn't deny if the Twins were his children.

After his business at the hospital was over, Michael finally immediately went to the office to do his work.

However, even though the man's body was in the office, his mind simply couldn't calm down and be elsewhere.

Apart from him thinking about the results of Gabriel's DNA test with him, he also thought about what the Twins had said.

Since returning from outing with their Mommy, the two children have been constantly saying their experiences at Steve's house. How big it was, how large the yard was, and all the things in it.

Michael, who had previously thought of using the rest of the day to be together and be close to the Twins, instead had to keep hearing Steve's name.

He doesn't like it!

"What should I do?" thought Michael who was now in his room.

It's not like he has to tell the Twins to stop talking about Steve because he doesn't like it!

His one hand again tapped his finger on the table, trying to think of a way to get close to the Twins.

Most importantly, what can he do to make the Twins stop talking about Steve's house and mentioning the blonde doctor's name?

James, who had just entered Michael's room, immediately stood in his place when he saw his friend and boss was in a thinking mode.

"What is he thinking at this time?" James thought when he saw Michael's behavior.

Today Michael was really weird, not only did he come late to the office, but today he didn't look at all focused.

"Sir." James tried to call Michael.

"..."

"Michael!" This time, James knocked on Michael's desk, snapping him out of his thoughts.

"Oh! James? When did you come in?" asked Michael, surprised to see his secretary standing in front of him.

James wanted to roll his eyes when he heard the question, but he managed to hold himself back and just sighed.

"You called me to come here, and you also invited me to come in," James reminded Michael.

Michael's mouth opened slightly when he heard that. That's right, he did call James.

To be honest, Michael was completely at a loss as to what he should do at this point, so he had called James over to tell him a bit and ask the man for advice.

After all, James is married and also a father, doesn't he have experience in that field and can advise him?

Apart from being a friend, James was also someone he could trust to tell him about this.

"That..." Michael didn't continue, unsure of how to tell James about it.

"You still remember Anna's mansion?" asked Michael suddenly.

"Anna?" James's brow furrowed when he heard that. "Which Anna? Model Anna Moss?" James asked.

Michael nodded.

"You once came to her mansion for her daughter's birthday, right?" asked Michael, confused whether James had gone with him or not.

"Yeah, what's with that?" asked James, who really didn't understand.

Michael suddenly told him to come to his room and just talk about Anna Moss's mansion?

"Find me a Mansion like that, ah no! A mansion that's bigger and spacious than that! Their mansion is two floors, right? You should look for one that's three floors and bigger!" said Michael suddenly.

After he thought about it again, the Twins were talking about that blonde doctor because his house is so big, shouldn't he just buy a bigger house and larger yard than that so they can stop talking about that blonde and now they're gonna talk about him?

Actually Michael is not the type of person who wants to live in a house with a yard like that, besides he is too lazy to take care of his yard later, he also doesn't have time for it.

So he prefers to live in an apartment, which he thinks is more suitable for him.

However, if the Twins prefer a big house and a large yard. All right, he's going to buy a house like that!

It's not like he can't buy a mansion like that! He even hired Anna and paid for the model!

He didn't know how much Anna's mansion cost because she probably bought it with her husband, but Michael was sure he had more money than the two of them! Hah!

James just looked at Michael who was smiling to himself with a completely confused look.

"Did he have an accident I didn't know about?" thought James who was getting worried seeing Michael's attitude which looked very strange.

However, in the end James still complied and began to find out about how large the yard of Anna's mansion is, and looking for a bigger mansion and a larger yard than the supermodel's.

"Is there anything else you want to say?" James asked when Michael hadn't told him to come out at all.

Michael regained his senses and stayed where he was, wondering if he should ask James for his opinion on his anxiety, but in the end the man shook his head.

"You can go back to work."

Instead of asking James for help, he had to figure out how to approach the children himself. If indeed those two were his children, shouldn't it be his duty to know what his children liked?

***

A white car suddenly stopped in front of the main door of the London Shard and the figure of Mrs. Collins wearing sunglasses and carrying her branded bag got out of the car. The old woman looked at the building in front of her then sighed.

"I'm only a moment, so you can wait for me," said the old woman looking at her private driver who drove her.

After telling this to the driver, the old woman immediately stepped on her feet and took the elevator to the restaurant in the building.

Once there, Mrs. Collins frantically looked around, looking for the person who had invited her to come here.

"Here! Mrs Collins! I'm here!"

Mrs. Collins wanted to cover her face in shame when she saw the blonde woman standing and waving her hands while calling out her name, like a low class person.