Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 332

Chapter 332: 332- You Are Beautiful

“Is Rafael back?” Sarah asked Valerie when she went to pick her up from the White Palace.

“Hmm!” Valerie buckled her seat and leaned back her head. She was too tired to speak anything.

Rafael’s return was no less than a miracle.

“Well, congratulations my friend,” Sarah moved ahead and held her hands that were placed on her lap, “I guess you are a free bird now.”

Valerie turned her head a little and glanced at Sarah who was starting the car engine, “I might be clear of this accusation. But I need to meet Nina once and give her a tight slap right across her face.”

Sarah chuckled at her aggression. Valerie should have been happy but instead, she was furious at Nina.

“She is an old woman, Val. Come on. Let it go. Cut her some slack,” Sarah was thoroughly entertained.

Valerie started shaking her head. Let it go? Seriously?

“Tell me! Was your sister happy?” Sarah asked her and Valerie didn’t know how to answer that. Marissa’s husband was back but without any memory.

“Must be,” she shrugged, “My sister took my most prized possession from me. She owes me for that,”

“What do you mean?” Sarah asked her, turning the car to the right of the neighborhood where they were living nowadays.

“I’ll let you know once I come up with a plan. Right now, I need to keep my focus on Nina. The bitch thought that she could destroy my life. She had forgotten that I wasn’t Marissa. I was Valerie. Nobody can mess with me.”

***

Every time, Marissa would open her eyes during her sleep, she would find Rafael propped on his elbow beside her, staring at her face.

In the past, she had caught him several times doing that, but this night felt different. Maybe because he had returned after so many days and Marissa felt safe in his presence.

Once she did try to convince him when saw him in the same position, “You should go to sleep.”

Instead of answering her, he simply brushed his knuckle against her cheek, sending her back into a deep sleep.

At one point, she tried to move a little and felt a heavy weight on her body. With a confused mind, she opened her eyes and found his head placed on her chest.

“What the…” She looked down at his black head and tried to shake him a little.

Didn’t he assure her last night that he would keep his distance?

“Rafael!” she whispered shaking his shoulder. He didn’t even budge from his position.

“Alexander! Wakie wakie!” she wiggled a little to make him realize that she was under his immense weight.

He was in a deep sleep to even feel anything.

“Urgh. Rafael. You are crushing me under your weight,” his breathing was even as if he didn’t even hear her in his peaceful slumber.

With a sigh, she tried to look for the timepiece or her phone but still her movements were limited due to him.

She frowned under him and got a little louder, “Rafael!” she even slapped his back.

He raised his head with half-closed eyes and gave her a questioning look.

“You are pounding me with your weight,” she pointed to her chest. He looked down and kissed her bo*ob lightly above the garment. Like she woke him up to do that.

When Marissa tried talking to him, he tightened his grip around her and placed his head back on her chest.

Marissa looked at his long hair, helplessly and then decided to go back to sleep.

She even chuckled while drifting off to sleep. Rafael was acting like he was getting his long-lost sleep after ages.

At the first break of dawn, she woke up again and this time found his head on her shoulder.

Great! He had shifted upwards.

His whole body was on top of her, and she could feel something poking near her thigh quite intimately.

Using all her strength, she pushed his shoulders, “Rafael. Get off me.”

With a groan, she at last rolled him to the bed. He opened his eyes to look at the ceiling and Marissa kept observing his face with half-opened eyes.

She was sure he would go back to sleep because right now he was acting like Alex used to do in his toddler stage.

He was fluttering his lashes lazily and then tilted his head to look at her. She lay still, not moving a muscle, her eyes completely closed.

Telling him that she was awake meant to invite intimacy for which she wasn’t ready.

However, she gasped when his arm crawled below her back. Before she could understand, he easily lifted her in his arms and made her body lay on top of him.

“What the…” she wanted to curse under her breath, “Put me down!” she complained, “I need to sleep.”

“Either you are sleeping on top of me or,” he looked down at her face. His voice was deep and husky. Perfect for a radio podcast.

“Or?” she retorted. He was making it difficult for her.

“Or I’m nestling against you,” he tried to suppress the yawn that made his nostrils flare.

“I haven’t been able to get a decent amount of sleep due to your pole dancing, Rafael!” she tried to protest.

First, he stayed silent. After a few minutes, he held her by her waist and placed her down effortlessly on the bed. As if she was made of paper napkins.

“Were you able to sleep well when I was missing?” His silent question sent Marissa in shock. After shooting the query he changed his side, letting her face his back.

She kept looking at his back, trying to decide if she should wake him up and say sorry.

He was right. She couldn’t sleep when he wasn’t there. Gathering up her courage, she placed her hand on his shoulder, “I’m sorry.”

He turned back to face her, placing his hand under his cheek, “You are so beautiful. I’m sure, in the past, I usually stared at you and went to the office sleep deprived.”

It made her chuckle.

“Nobody ever called me beautiful except you,” she told him something, she wanted to tell for a long time.

They kept staring at each other until they both fell back to sleep. Rafael didn’t forget to hold her hand squeezing it now and then.