Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 442

Chapter 442: 442- Scare You
“Where is your undernourished friend?” Paige asked Olivia at the dinner table and started laughing like crazy.

Her minions also started giggling because they found the term too funny.

“Excuse me? Undernourished?” Olivia narrowed her eyes and wrinkled her nose in distaste, “Are you talking about yourself, Paige? Because you’re the one who is usually too conscious about showing your collarbone. Ha-ha.”

Olivia finished with fake laughter. To support her friend, Emma also joined her.

“Yeah, Olive. You’re right,” Emma smirked and slurped the soup directly from her bowl, making Paige scrunch her nose.

“You’re always fixing the neckline of your dresses, Paige,” Emma said after placing the empty bowl on the dining table, “We have heard that nowadays you’re saving for breast implants?”

The rest of the girls having dinner at the table had fallen silent because of their arguments, their stifled giggles still reached Paige’s ears, making her cheeks turn beetroot due to the insult.

“I don’t need those implants. And your friend is the one who might be needing those implants at every part of her body,” Paige snapped at them but everyone in that room knew how silly the point was.

Anaya might have been skinny, but she was attractive. Her big, dark eyes and high cheekbones always gave her a model-like look.

“And where is she by the way?” Paige asked them with suppressed anger, “Spending the night with some random guy?”

“And who are you, Paige Fletcher?” Emma slapped her palm on the table, “Her mommy?” She fluttered her lashes dramatically.

“Yeah. Look at her!” Emma rolled her eyes, “First, she used to try to become our second boss just because she is his PA and now, she also wants to adopt us. Disgusting Mommy!” Emma stuck out her tongue as if she wanted to gag.

Before Paige could utter another insult, one of her friends pressed her hand on her shoulder, “Don’t engage with any such arguments. They aren’t worth it, Paige.”

That empty support gave some boost to Paige’s ego. Another of her minions spoke, “She is right, Paige. They are jealous of you and can’t wait to be at the place where you are. Please don’t stoop to their level.”

The group left the dining table leaving behind the amused girls who had now resumed eating.

“I don’t know why she is after Anaya,” Emma whispered to Olivia, “She acts more like a hostel warden than a PA. Mr. George must be blind to hire her.”

Olivia nodded at her, “Or maybe, Mr. George showed some care for Anaya and Paige might not have liked it.”

When Emma stared at Olivia in confusion, Olivia reminded her, “Have you forgotten how he passed the order that Anaya shouldn’t use any harsh chemicals for cleaning? He knows nothing about us. But he asked for her more than once to serve his guests.”

Understanding dawned in Emma’s eyes, “Maybe something happened. That’s why she is being mean. Maybe we should wait for Anaya’s explanation.”

They were talking in hushed tones and knew Anaya most probably wouldn’t return before dawn.

***

“You made all this?” Aniya eyed the dishes on the table. It was a simple menu, but it smelled absolutely divine.

There was garlic butter Steak with mashed potatoes and roasted Asparagus. As a side dish, there were roasted baby potatoes with parmesan.

There was also a bowl of sautéed vegetables.

“Yes, I made all this,” his eyes were dancing with mischief, “I came home, changed and then clicked my fingers a few times and Tada!” he gestured towards the table.

Aniya face palmed and started laughing. Silly her!

He came from the office so how could he cook in such a short time?

“Just kidding,” he said somberly, “I’ve got a chef. I just had to pass her a few instructions from the office.”

Aniya reached for another serving of mashed potatoes, “They taste so good,” she was eating such a good-tasting food after ages.

The last time she ate it was on her birthday when she celebrated it with Valerie. The thought of that woman brought a bitter taste to her mouth.

“Here. Lemonade,” he poured the liquid into her glass, “This was the only nonalcoholic option,” he gave her an amused glance, “How old are you by the way? Twelve?” he looked from above the rim of his glass and Aniya blushed.

What to tell him that she didn’t have enough time to grow in that department? Otherwise, she was earning from a very young age.

This would be the first time when she would get a chance to spend her salary solely on her own self.

“Back to earth, Anaya,” he waved and offered her more chicken.

“N…No… George… I’m full!” she threw her hands in the air, “If you keep feeding me like this, I won’t be able to fit in that door,” she said, pointing towards the elevator door.

George found it hilarious and quit eating, “Yeah. Don’t worry. I know a company that carries heavy stuff by cranes. I’ll call it for help.”

Aniya placed her palms on her face, and George looked at her shaking shoulders with a smile, “Or you can drop me from that window,” she suggested while laughing.

Caught up in laughter she didn’t notice that his hand found hers across the table. But the odd thing was, she felt safe.

Secure.

***

“I want to know about you,” they were settled on the couch with their coffee cups when George asked her unexpectedly, “Who are you, and how did you end up here in Sangua?”

Aniya felt a little uncomfortable but then her gaze landed on a small stuffed toy placed on a corner table, wrapped in a cellophane sheet.

Almost in a trance, she set the coffee cup down and rose to her feet. With childlike excitement, she went closer and raised her finger to touch it.

“Don’t touch it!” His sharp voice cut through the air behind her.

Startled, Aniya spun on her heels, “I’m… I’m sorry… I was just…”

Realizing his mistake, George moved swiftly, pulling her into his arms, “I’m sorry,” he breathed against her hair, “This is something precious to me and nobody is allowed to touch it. I’m sorry, Anaya.”

She felt his lips on her hair, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”