Only you in my love

Trying his best not to smile, Leon allowed Michelle to push him out of the room. "Do you really want me to leave?"

"Just hurry up!" Michelle wasn't in the mood to joke around. She was getting so nervous that her hands were starting to shake. With all her might, she pushed him out to the yard where Nine suddenly appeared from out of nowhere, stopping them. As if on cue, Elaine also came out of the kitchen with the last dish. Upon seeing her daughter and Leon together in the yard, she stopped for a moment and stared. She could see that Michelle was trying her best to cover Leon with her petite frame. "Oh, you're back, Mimi. But are you and Leon planning to go out? Come and eat first."

With Nine blocking the way and her mother behind them, Michelle knew that there was no way out of this one. Her heart felt like stopping out of anxiety. By then, she had almost forgotten about the two kids on the couch. She also didn't notice how natural her mother sounded.

She whispered to Leon, "I told you she won't let you leave as soon as she sees you. Didn't you promise me you wouldn't come in?"

It was then that Leon turned around to see Elaine putting the dish down on the table. He took the opportunity to bend over to Michelle's ear and bit it gently.

It was as if her entire body was zapped by electricity. Michelle hastily turned around. Her eyes were as wide as saucers as she stared at him.

'How dare Leon!'

But then, his low and masculine voice purred to her ears.

"Don't be afraid, Michelle. Nobody saw anything. Also, I didn't come here alone. I brought Van and Don with me. Didn't you notice them? They missed you so much that they practically dragged me here to play with you."

With that, Leon straightened up, raising his chin as he pointed at his nephews.

Michelle turned around, finally noticing the two boys heading towards her.

"Aunt Michelle." Don threw his tiny arms around her waist, raising his head up to look at her. His eyes twinkled like stars in the sky. "Aunt Michelle, you have so many candies in your home. They're all delicious. Can I live here? My grandpa and parents won't let me eat candies back at home."

Leon smiled sheepishly. "They're just afraid that you might get cavities from too many candies."

"I don't care. I just want candies!" Don shook his head and stomped his feet like a spoiled child.

"Aunt Michelle! You're finally here. We've been waiting for you for a long time," Van said as soon as he reached her. He looked up at her, smiling widely.

Michelle knew that children could never lie. Just looking at their sweet identical faces dispersed her anxiety and replaced it with tender happiness.

"Wow! Come here and let me hug you two." Michelle squatted down and spread her arms wide. The two children cuddled up to her, letting her arms surround them as they laughed brightly.

As Leon watched the three of them hug each other, he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. He tried to hide it by walking inside.

When Michelle finally let the two boys go, they walked hand in hand, following him inside.

Excitedly, Don began asking her questions. "Guess who I am, Aunt Michelle. Can you tell us apart?"

Elaine overheard Don's question, making her feel confused. "That's right, Michelle. Can you tell? They asked me before, but I couldn't tell them apart. They look so much alike. It also doesn't help that they dress the same." "Yes, I do. You're Don, aren't you?" Michelle said.

Don pouted since she guessed correctly. He retorted, "You're wrong."

"No, you're Don. I'm sure of it because you like hugging people the most. In fact, you always hug other people's legs," she said firmly.

"Humph!" Don angrily pushed her hand away from him.

His reaction just confirmed that Michelle guessed right. Surprised, Elaine said, "You really know them well. But can you still recognize him if he doesn't hug you?"

Michelle shook her head and said, "No, I don't think I can. Van, how can we differentiate you two from each other?"

Van shook his head. "You should figure it out yourself. My uncle once told me that people should learn to think independently. That's why I can't tell you."

"Okay." Michelle thought about it for a while until she finally came up with an idea. "How about I put a name tag on each of you. This way, everyone can tell who's who." Don was the first to react. "No way!"

He had always liked playing guessing games with others. If he wore a name tag, it would deprive him of his pleasure. He would never agree to it.

"It's not our fault that you're so stupid, Aunt Michelle." Don crossed his arms over his chest as he sat on a chair by the table. It just showed how displeased he was by the idea.

"Okay then." Michelle curled her lips as she assisted Van on a chair before sitting down herself.

Leon sat down on the chair beside her and said, "Don has always been talkative and mischievous. Van's much quieter. He also talks like an adult, and he loves reading books. That's how you can tell them apart. But it's an entire different matter if they're both quiet. Their parents are the only ones who can really tell them apart." Leon glanced at everyone around the table before his gaze finally settled on Michelle.

He didn't do anything else, but she could feel her face grow hot under his scrutiny. She ducked her head down and hurriedly scoped soup into the children's bowls.

Leon smirked before looking away.

Elaine seemed completely oblivious about their shared look as she urged them to eat.

With their spoons in their hands, the two kids dug in. Van had proper table manners, while Don ate in big mouthfuls. His cheeks puffed up as he crammed it full of food. Elaine couldn't help but smile fondly at them as she offered more food.

Don had always been a charmer. He thanked Elaine with a bright smile and praised her cooking profusely. She, in turn, was pleased to hear that he liked her food.

In contrast to his brother, Van ate his meal quietly. He seemed contented being ignored at the table.

As with most cases, people tended to pay more attention to those who talked first. Those who were quiet would usually get lesser attention from others.

Michelle had always been a sweet and sensitive girl. She didn't like seeing other people ignored. Tilting her head, she looked at Van and smiled at him. "What do you want to eat, Van? I'll feed you."

Van seemed confused by her attention. He blinked at her and said, "I can eat by myself, Aunt Michelle."

"But I want to feed you, too. I've never tried it with children before. So what do you want to eat?" Michelle reached for his bowl and looked at the dishes laid out before them.

Van looked at his brother, who was happily basking in Elaine's attention. He finally accepted Michelle's offer and pointed at the fish in the middle. "I want to eat fish."

"That's a good choice. Fish is healthy for you. It can make you smarter, too." Michelle put a piece of fish on her plate and began removing the fish bones. Van watched her patiently. Leon was watching them silently the whole time until he finally couldn't hold back anymore. He put down his own bowl and chopsticks and said, "I'll feed him. You eat your own food." Before Michelle could even protest, he had already stood up and carried Van to his side. He also picked up a piece of fish and began removing the fish bones.

He did it as quickly as he could and fed the fish to Van with a spoon. Meanwhile, Michelle watched the whole thing in a daze.

She couldn't help but note how skillful he was at feeding children. As soon as she recovered, she continued to remove the fish bones.

"How about we do it this way? I'll remove the fish bones, while you feed Van."

"That's okay," Leon said with a smile.

Van was confused when Michelle dropped pieces of the fish into his bowl. But Leon didn't feed him the fish.

"Uncle Leon." Van then pointed at the fish piled up in his bowl.

Leon frowned and said, "Don't you want to eat? We shouldn't waste food like that, okay? If you're not going to eat, I'll eat it myself."

He began scooping up the fish and placed it inside his mouth.

Van stared at him. He was too stunned to speak. He thought in confusion, 'What's going on?

Why is Uncle eating all the fish that Aunt Michelle gave me?

I didn't say I was full.

There's nothing left for me anymore!"

Van felt the tears threatening to burst out of him.0000