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*＊✿❀CHAPTER THREE❀✿＊*

➹THIRD PERSON PERSPECTIVE➷

✾March 08th, 2013- 9:59: Sheffield✾

Lorenzo was ambulating back and forth in the sitting room when one of the infants awoke and commenced crying, prompting the other infant to replicate their sibling's behaviour.

He was visibly distressed, clutching his hair with both hands and tugging at it with considerable force.

Mrs. Guerriero was absent for twenty-nine minutes, and he could not wait for her return as she would be better equipped to manage the twins.

Upon observing the infants, he approached them and gently picked one of them up. He cradled her head and cautiously swayed her back and forth, aiming to alleviate the intensity of her cries.

Surprisingly, she ceased her weeping, and with her swollen eyes and tear-stained cheeks, the baby emitted gurgling sounds from her mouth as she gazed wearily up at her father.

Meanwhile, the other twin unexpectedly exhausted herself and returned to her profound sleep, replicating her previous state.

Lorenzo exhaled in relief as he gazed affectionately at his daughter nestled in his arms. In a spontaneous gesture, he leaned forward and bestowed a gentle kiss upon her head.

After carefully placing her back in the designated bassinet, Lorenzo assumed a seated position adjacent to his daughters and reclined his back against the couch's. He rested his arm across his forehead and directed his gaze towards the ceiling. Before he was aware, he had succumbed to a profound and tranquil slumber.

|Half An Hour Later|

Lorenzo and his daughters were still asleep when his mother arrived at his penthouse. Fortunately, she had a spare key to enter the premises, as her attempts to knock and ring the doorbell had gone unanswered.

"My dear, I have returned home. Could you please explain why you did not respond to me?" Mrs. Guerriero enquired politely as she entered the penthouse with her chauffeur, Felix, carrying several bags.

After closing the door, in a well-thought-out and deliberate manner, Felix placed the bags next to it. While Mrs. Guerriero proceeded towards the sitting room. He chose to explore the kitchen, where he encountered a state of disarray.

Empty beer bottles were strewn across various surfaces in the kitchen, including the island, table, sink area, and floor.

Felix removed his black blazer and draped it over one of the several stools in front of the island. He then proceeded to the kitchen sink, where he found all the necessary cleaning supplies underneath.

He promptly commenced his work without any delay.

During this time, Mrs. Guerriero was running her fingers through her son's hair. Despite not noticing the disarray in the kitchen, she was aware that her son had been drinking due to the noticeable scent of alcohol on his breath and clothing.

"I would be happy to assist you in reorganizing your life, as it is my responsibility as your mother." Mrs. Guerriero had every intention of supporting her son throughout his endeavours, but an unforeseen business trip has arisen, leaving her unable to fulfil her commitment. In her absence, it remains uncertain who will assume the responsibility of caring for her son.