Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 439

Chapter 439: 439- Nice Meeting You
“Aniya. Are you sure, you aren’t hiding anything?” Olivia asked her before going to bed and Aniya just shook her head.

There was nothing to hide except a few short conversations.

It was nothing. She was imagining it. Being a good boss, George Donovan had been compassionate. He must have been working on this bonus for quite some time.

CEOs of big companies don’t release bonuses within a few hours. Right?

All the hostel residents were excited at the breakfast table too. Most of them were already planning to go shopping.

“What are you planning to buy?” Olivia asked her. Aniya just wanted more necessities, one more pack of pads for her heavy days and maybe… maybe a few more packs of spicy crisps.

That she didn’t have to share with anyone. Except with him.

George Clooney!

She thought with that wicked smile and then had to wipe it off before anyone could catch her red-handed.

“Come on. Let’s buy a few clothes!” Olivia dragged them along with her.

“I won’t,” Aniya tried to argue, “And why should I? We have already got uniforms to wear.”

Olivia turned to her and gave her a once over, “You’re the most boring thing I have ever met. Don’t you like going out and spending some time with boys?”

“Yeah!” Emma tied her curly hair in a long ponytail, “Sometimes you act like an eighty-year-old woman, Anaya. Not an eighteen-year-old.”

Aniya didn’t remark and just accompanied them silently. After facing the abuse at the hands of Valerie, Alaric, and Dorian, she never wanted to get ready for any man.

Olivia and Emma shopped for clothes and makeup. While Aniya wanted to have a good coffee at a café.

After buying their coffee, they headed back to the hostel.

“This was the best weekend of my life,” Emma lifted her frappe cup, “This unexpected bonus was too good.”

Olivia nodded at her in agreement, “I know, right?”

***

Aniya came out of the hostel building to try talking to Lisa and Liam. They were still out of contact, and she now needed to connect to them.

What if Dorian Maxwell did something to them? Are their lives in danger?

“Don’t worry, Aniya. Companies like MSin and Star Corps help their employees,” She heard Lisa’s voice in her head.

Should I ask George to help me?

No. That will be too much. He was being a gentleman when he released the bonus.

She should not expect too much from him. Lost in thought, she didn’t notice how far she had walked from her building. It was too dark, and the streets were not too safe to wander alone.

She turned on her heels and thought to walk back towards the hostel building when sensed a vehicle driving behind her.

Her heart hammered in her chest as she gradually turned around and found the latest Edition of Aston Martin.

The car slowed and she debated running. The tinted window rolled down and she found George Donovan’s glinting eyes staring back at her, “Still looking for those crisps?”

Aniya blinked, feeling her tension easing slightly at the sound of his voice.

“Are you alright?” his smirk faltered for a moment, replaced by a look of concern, “Hop in. I’ll give you a ride.”

Aniya sighed and looked up to face him, “What are you doing here, Mr. Donovan?” His lips quirked up into that signature half-smile of his.

“I was driving by and saw you looking like you’d seen a ghost. Now get in. Come on,” he got out and rounded the car to open the passenger door for her.

Aniya looked around before walking up there and George noticed her trembling hands, she quickly shoved them in her coat pockets.

When he took back his seat behind the wheel, she muttered to him, “Thanks for offering this fancy car ride.”

He started the engine, and glanced over at her with a faint smile, “Now that’s like a good girl!” Aniya squeezed her eyes and placed her phone on the dashboard.

She had heard this remark a long time back.

She couldn’t even glare at him.

After a few minutes when the car stopped, she looked out of the window, looking for her hostel building.

“Where are we?” she turned to him, but his eyes were distant.

“This is where I live, Anaya. Just wanted to show you,” he shrugged, his hands gripping the steering wheel. Aniya looked at him in confusion.

Why did he bring her here? To invite her over?

“Why are we here, Mr. Donovan?” she was mentally prepared to say No. Though deep inside she wanted to trust him.

“I don’t know,” he turned to face her, a faint smile playing on his lips “Maybe I just wanted to tell you that … you’re welcome to visit me whenever you want,” he explained to her and started the car again.

Aniya didn’t remark when saw him chewing his lower lip like a kid.

She came to Sangua because she wanted to discover herself. About her past. It seemed like George Donovan was also doing the same.

***

“Where were you?” Olivia was in the corridor, heading to her room, a toothbrush in one hand.

“I just went out to take a stroll,” she placed her hands in her coat pockets, “I wanted to call my friends back home.”

With a nod, Olivia stepped inside her room and Aniya realized that she had left her phone in George’s car. She face-palmed in annoyance.

“How can you be so careless, Aniya James,” she scolded herself.

Obviously, she couldn’t expect George to come back here and hand over the phone. She’d just get it tomorrow in the office.

“What if I peek outside?” She asked herself, “It’s not like George is going to drive all the way back here just for a phone.”

She walked through the semi-dark hallways and exited the building. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw that familiar tall figure standing there.

He spun around when he felt her presence.

“Anaya Jakes. Here is your phone!” he came to her with that laidback grin, “better go inside,” he nudged her gently.

Aniya kept her gaze fixed on him. Gathering all her courage, she walked up to him and extended her hand, “Thank you, Mr. George Donovan.”

He stared at her outstretched hand for a moment and then held it in his warm ones. A lazy smile tugged at his se*xy lips, “Nice meeting you, Anaya Jakes.”