Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 476

Chapter 476: 476- Smitten
“Mrs. Eileen you might get questioned about why he wasn’t informed on time when Anaya didn’t return.”

Mrs. Eileen hesitated, her gaze flickering towards the small clock on the nightstand. By now, it was past midnight.

She let out another sigh, “I swear you two will be the end of me,” she muttered, shuffling towards the dresser to grab the phone, “if I get scolded for this… you both owe me.”

Emma and Olivia exchanged a quick glance, relieved that Mrs. Eileen was at least willing to help.

Mrs. Eileen tapped on the screen and then pressed the phone to her ear. A few seconds later she looked at them, “It’s ringing,” she whispered.

***

It had been more than twenty-four hours since she told him that she was involved with someone else. She never loved him.

A small part of his heart was telling him that maybe she was lying.

But then he never imagined that he would force himself on a girl who wanted nothing to do with him.

This morning, he reached the office earlier than usual and immersed himself in work. Paige Fletcher was late today which happened rarely, so he didn’t say anything to her. She tried making small conversation with him, but he ignored her entirely.

He wasn’t interested in talking to anyone at the moment. He only wanted her.

And now after staying awake for so long, he still didn’t want to go to bed. He wanted her. His heart wanted her and her nak*ed body beside him.

He never liked begging, but he pleaded with her, he begged her to accept him. And he didn’t regret it.

Now after midnight, he didn’t know how he would be able to live without her. After tossing and turning in his bed, he threw the pillow aside and bolted up.

Without thinking, he walked up to his study table and opened his laptop. This was the only way to forget her. By keeping himself busy with his work.

He had just started playing with the keyboard keys when his phone started ringing.

“Damn! Who could it be at this hour?” The chair made noise as he pushed it back to get his phone from the nightstand.

However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw the number. The call was from the hostel in charge. He received it at once, “Yes!”

“Mr. Donovan?” He heard Mrs. Eileen’s voice and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Mrs. Eileen. What is it?”

“S-sir… umm … I don’t know if I should ask you this… I know it isn’t my place to ask such questions…” he was getting frustrated by her long speech.

“Mrs. Eileen is Anaya alright?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking.

“We don’t know, Mr. Donovan,” this wasn’t Mrs. Eileen’s voice.

“Olivia?”

“Yes, sir. It’s me. We are quite concerned about her. She went for the interview early morning but hasn’t arrived yet,” George felt his heart sinking.

“I’m on my way!” He disconnected the call and picked up his car keys, “Damn you, Anaya. Where are you, honey?”

***

In Mrs. Eileen’s office, George was sitting in her seat like a king on his throne. His legs were stretched forward, exuding authority. His sharp gaze flickered between Mrs. Eileen, Olivia, and Emma, who were seated before him.

Olivia could feel the tension in the air. And Emma?

Despite the tension and everything else, her eyes were busy watching the Greek God hungrily, tracing every part of his body.

“She left with Paige?” his heavy voice cut through the silence. His phone was still in his hands, and he had already contacted a higher official from the police.

Olivia nodded, “Yes, sir.”

His gaze seemed to darken a little, “Where is she?”

Olivia found the question amusing. Of course, at this hour, Paige must be sleeping!

“Sleeping, sir,” a slow smile tugged her lips which was short-lived when she heard his next demand,

“Wake her up!”

“What!” The women in the room exclaimed at once.

Olivia blinked, thinking she had misheard, “Wake up? Now?” she wanted to be certain.

George gave her a steely glare, “Does it look like I’m joking to you?” he roared.

***

Paige’s face was drained of color as she stood in the middle of the room. Panic was swirling in her wide eyes, even a dumb person could sense it.

George Donovan’s unforgiving gaze was piercing her soul, “Did you drop Anaya at the hotel?” his voice was calm.

Staying close to George as his secretary, Paige knew him better. She could detect a storm underneath that calmness.

“I walked with her…” she cleared her throat, “and left her… at the hotel gate,” her voice was barely above a whisper.

George lazily got up and stepped forward, his imposing figure looming over her. Paige wanted to shrink back. She never felt that scared of him.

This was suffocating for her.

“Remember one thing, Paige,” his voice was laced with warning, “if … you’re hiding something, this is your chance. Because, in the next few minutes, the police will be here,” he leaned in slightly, his voice dropping over, “My men are already searching the streets for her.”

Paige could feel her throat tightening as if an invisible robe was winding around her neck, that was getting tighter with each passing second.

She blinked rapidly when felt those unexpected tears behind her eyelids. While threatening Paige, George Donovan wasn’t aware of Olivia’s gaze who was watching him closely.

Behind his ruthless behavior, she could see his tight jaw, his dark eyes, and the urgency in his voice.

This wasn’t a mere concern. The man was head over heels for Anaya.

Gosh, Anaya. You’re a fool to think otherwise. This man isn’t playing games. He won’t rest until he finds you.

Even if he is engaged, in all honesty, he would never cheat his fiancée.

He is a man of character.

The way fire was oozing out of his eyes, Olivia knew, no one could hurt even a hair on Anaya’s body.

You are a fool, bitch. A drama queen!

Can’t you see true love in his eyes?

Everyone present in the room was scared of George except Olivia. Because she was the only one who could see the love behind his ruthlessness.

Come back, Anaya. This man is smitten by you!