Too Late To Love Me I Already Left With His Twins (Lydia and Dave) novel Chapter 246

I closed my eyes.

“Gosh.”

Did I really need to restock it?

I looked at my reflection.

My skin looked good.

Very good, actually.

Which was exactly the problem.

I’sighed and squeezed out the last respectable amount.

“Fine. I’ll decide when I get back.”

Adulthood.

Bills.

Skincare.

Therapy

Children.

Work.

Men.

I frowned at my reflection.

Absolutely not.

One problem at a time.

I followed with moisturizer, gently massaging it into my skin before applying sunscreen generously across my face, neck, and ears.

Then I leaned closer to the mirror.

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“Okay.”

My skin was glowing.

I could work with this.

I opened my makeup bag.

Today was a no-makeup makeup day.

Which, in reality, meant approximately seventeen products designed to make it look like I had used none.

I started with a lightweight skin tint, blending it carefully with a damp sponge until my skin looked even without looking covered.

Concealer went beneath my eyes, around the corners of my nose, and over the tiny blemish threatening to ruin my otherwise peaceful morning.

I blended everything until there were no obvious edges.

A little cream blush went high on my cheeks.

Then a touch across the bridge of my nose.

Cream bronzer lightly around my temples and beneath my cheekbones.

I brushed my brows upward with clear gel, filling only the sparse areas.

Mascara.

Just enough to separate and lengthen my lashes without making them look dramatic.

A tiny bit of highlighter on the inner corners of my eyes.

Lip liner.

A muted nude gloss.

I stepped back.

Fresh.

Polished.

Like I had naturally woken up looking this way.

I laughed quietly.

It was always funny to me how some men looked at a face like this and said,

“I like women who don’t wear makeup.”

Sir.

There are six products on my face.

Men were so confidently clueless sometimes.

Someone particular flashed through my mind.

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Tall.

Annoyingly handsome.

Always looking at me like he knew exactly what I was thinking.

I immediately dismissed the thought.

“No.”

I picked up my perfume.

Today was not the day.

I slipped into a simple three-piece suit dress in mauve purple. Structured enough to look professional, feminine enough not to feel like I was dressing for a board meeting at eight in the morning.

I added delicate earrings, a watch, and heels.

One last glance in the mirror.

Good.

I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.

The house was unusually quiet.

The twins were still asleep.

They didn’t have to leave until ten today, which meant they had earned a little extra sleep.

I paused outside their room.

Two little bodies were buried beneath blankets.

Eli was sprawled diagonally across his bed like he’d personally paid for the entire mattress.

Ava was curled neatly on her side, hugging her pillow.

I smiled.

My favorite headaches.

I leaned down and kissed both their foreheads.

“Sleep well, babies.”

Neither moved.

I smiled and quietly closed the door.

They’d see me during lunch.

Obviously.

Did they think I was going to spend the entire day without seeing my children?

Absolutely not.

Those two were my favorite headache.

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ot into my car, tossed my bag onto the passenger seat, and started the engine.

The morning traffic was already building.

Perfect.

I connected my phone and pulled up Ayra Starr’s Starrgirl.

The opening notes filled the car.

I smiled.

“Heaven’s Baby.”

My current favorite.

I turned the volume up.

By the time I reached the main road, I was singing along.

Not quietly, either.

I tapped the steering wheel to the beat, nodding my head as the morning sunlight slipped through the windshield.

For the first time since waking up, my brain wasn’t calculating anything.

No Theo.

No Dave.

No therapy.

No client.

No children.

Just music.

For a few minutes, I was simply Lydia.

Then-

A police officer stepped into the road.

I immediately lowered the volume.

“Oh, come on.”

I pulled over.

The female officer approached my window.

I lowered it.