Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 356

Chapter 356: 356- I’m Shane Sinclair

“Who are you? What do you want?” A man came out of the gates of the giant residence and asked Shane, who was wearing a hoodie to hide his half-face.

“I need to see Sheila,” he told the man who was wearing the navy blue watchman uniform.

Sheila had stopped coming to the lakeside since that day and Shaun wanted to meet her just once. She was mad at him and tonight he wanted to tell her everything about his life.

He moved a little away when heard the same man talking to the familiar voice, “I don’t know, Sheila. He just told me that he wants to meet you.”

The gate opened and Sheila came out. Before she could utter another word, she knew who he was.

A single word escaped her lips, “You?”

The security guard accompanying her was eyeing Shaun with a suspicious look.

“It’s ok,” Sheila asked the security man sweetly, subtly asking him to leave them alone, “I know him. Thanks.”

The man kept looking over his shoulder to check on Sheila.

“Shaun? Why’re you here?”

Shaun didn’t know how to speak. He took the hoodie off his head, “We need to talk. Sheila. You didn’t arrive at the lake for the last few days. I was getting worried.”

Looking here and there, she held his hand and took him inside the house. There were several quarters on the right side of the house. They were reserved for the house-helps.

Once they were inside a small room, Shiela closed the door and crossed her arms on her chest, “Now we have privacy. Tell me what it is?”

Shane surveyed the room that had a small bed, a study table, and a cute little cupboard for clothes.

A mirror was mounted on the wall and a small door in the corner of the room must be the attached bath.

“Shane. Are you done seeing my room? Why are you here?” Shane pursed his lips tightly before looking at her beautiful face.

“I’m here to tell you about me.”

Sheila’s brows furrowed in surprise, “Tell me about you? Why?” before Shane could speak, she cut him again, “It’s ok Shane. I know my love is one-sided. And I would never expect you to return my feelings. No need to feel sorry for me.”

“Don’t be a fool!” he closed the distance between them and held her by her arms, “It’s not about one-sided feelings. It’s about me. You know nothing about me.”

“And I’m not interested to know, Shane,” tears started gliding down her cheeks. Shane raised his hand to wipe them, but she shoved it away, “Now don’t start that crap again that you’re not handsome. I’ve met handsome men too and all they did to me was lie and cheat. I never wanted a rich or handsome prince. I always wanted a common man. The one who can show me love, compassion, and much more.”

Shane at last couldn’t take it anymore and pulled her to him. She was crying in his arms, and he was brushing her head gently, letting her cry.

“Shh. I’m here. Cry as much as you want, Sheila,” He kept rocking her as if she was a baby.

Her body trembled in his arms as she clung to his shirt, “You need to stop crying if you want me to talk.”

He tried to reason with her. She did exactly the opposite of what he asked her to do. Her sobs grew louder, breaking his heart a little more with every gasp.

“I’m not what you think, I am, Sheila,” he whispered, his lips close to her ear.

Her grip on his shirt tightened and her words tumbled between her tears, “I can’t… I can’t… I… I love you so much… I’m so sorry!” she suddenly stepped back and Shane felt like he had nothing left in his arms.

He felt empty.

“No need to feel sorry,” he told her tenderly, “I’m Shane. Shane Sinclair. Owner of Sinclair Industries.”

Sheila who was too busy wiping her face looked at him and said casually, “The name seems familiar. The Sinclair family…” She trailed off and her eyes got wide, “Oh, my God!” she placed her hand on her mouth, “Shane… Shane Sinclair?”

Shane nodded at her and then opened his mouth to speak when another gasp escaped her lips, “Y-You are married. Oh, Lord. Nina Sinclair is your wife.”

This time Shane held her hands, “Yeah. She is my wife. But we are poles apart. She has her own life, and I have mine. Listen, Sheila,” he kissed her hand, and this was the first kiss Sheila received from him.

This was the first time after Nina, Shane’s lips touched someone’s skin, “That’s why I’m here. To tell you the truth about me. I’m not here to convince you to allow me a chance. You’re young and you can find a spouse easily. No need to waste your life because of me. I love you too, Sheila,” he kissed her other hand, “I love you too and tonight I’m here to tell you that you’re a perfect young woman and deserve so much better. Just try to forget me.”

Sheila stood there looking visibly confused.

He was such a simple man that she could never guess that he must be a loaded guy.

“I can’t forget you, Shane,” she held his face in her hands lovingly, “I … I… want your love. Nothing else. If you love me then anything else doesn’t matter to me.”

Shane kept staring at her face and then kissed her forehead, “But you… you deserve someone…”

“Better?” she asked him with a sarcastic smirk, “Stop telling me who I should choose to love, Shane.”

“Ok,” he nodded, “If you think you are really in love with me? Then give me one month. If you really love me then meet me at the lake right after one month,” He pointed towards the calendar hanging on the wall.

He even marked the date for her.

“B… But…”

Shane didn’t let her speak, “If you won’t turn up, I promise I won’t judge you. I’ll always think of you as a friend.”

He didn’t give her a chance to speak anything else and kissed her forehead again before leaving. Though he was dying to kiss her lips hard… but no.

She deserved a fair chance to give it a thorough thinking. He heard her calling his name from behind, but he didn’t stay, nor looked back.

After one month he would visit the lake and if she arrived there then they would take it forward. Otherwise, he would try to forget her.