Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 488

Chapter 488: 488- It’s Time
The moment, the car came to a halt, Angela didn’t wait. She swung open the car door and hurried towards the restaurant entrance.

In her haste, she didn’t even realize that she was leaving Ariel behind.

“Angela! Gosh, girl! What’s the rush?”

She heard Ariel behind her, but she ignored it. Right now, going to that dining hall was more important. She didn’t want that girl to take advantage of Alex.

As soon as she stepped inside, her worst fear proved right.

There they were, sitting beside each other.

Anaya was murmuring something in his ear, and his shoulders were shaking with mirth. The way he leaned slightly towards her, Angela wanted to go there and push Anaya off that seat.

Angela was sure she heard Marissa telling her husband how she made Angela and Alex sit together.

Then why was her card placed next to them?

Her grip on her purse tightened. She wanted to march over and create a scene, but just then, she noticed Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair already at the table looking at her.

“Hey, sweetheart. Here you are. Where is Ariel?” Marissa asked her. Before Angela could explain Ariel’s absence, she heard Ariel’s labored breaths behind her,

“I’m here, Mom,” All annoyed, Ariel walked past Angela and took her seat beside Anaya.

“Great! Now she is mad at me!” Angela thought and got to her seat. The waiters had started taking orders, and Alex was now helping Anaya to choose.

Wow! Missy-two-goody-shoes can’t even decide the menu for herself? Interesting!

***

The waiters had started serving their orders. After getting the plate of mutton ribs, Alex offered it to Anaya to taste.

“Come on. It’s your first food review,” Anaya giggled shyly at his remark.

“Right now?”

“Yeah. Right now. Come on! It’s now or never. And please make it quick because I can’t wait to devour them,” Alex warned her with a smile, and Anaya had this feeling that he wanted things to go in her favor.

She hesitated for a moment before picking up a fork and carefully cutting a small piece of the rib. Taking it near her nose, she let her senses feel the aroma of the spices before taking a bite.

She chewed it thoughtfully and could feel the eyes of everyone sitting around that table. Even Caleb and Celine’s.

But she had to stay confident. After all, if she passed this test, then she might have to face the world through social media.

“Hmm. The marinade is bold… but it doesn’t overpower the meat…” She could feel the soul of Gordon Ramsey taking over her body, “There is a nice balance of spice and tanginess,” she rolled her tongue in her mouth, “the meat just melts in your mouth and I can very well taste the garlic, cumin and… a hint of citrus too.”

She at last raised her eyes, only to find that everyone was staring at her in open fascination. Of course, except for Angela, who was rolling her eyes now and then. She was the only one who had started eating her food.

“Wow!” Rafael chuckled, “I felt like I was watching a Master Chef show!” Marissa clapped lightly with a wide grin.

“Dad. Mom! Please carry on with your food, and let me make a video where she can taste it in front of the camera again and give her reviews,” Alex suggested, “I have already made her an account on social media.”

“B…but… Alex… your food will get cold,” Angela tried to protest. All of them knew he liked eating his food fresh.

“It’s OK, Angela. I can always order another serving. After all, it’s my mom’s restaurant. Right, Mom?”

Marissa nodded her head, a hint of an alien emotion flickering in her eyes.

“Listen, Alex,” Aniya held his arm when saw him standing from his seat, “Let’s finish our food first. It’s rude to leave out family. We can do it after dinner or maybe some other time,” Alex, who had paused for a moment, gave a confused look to his parents and then got back when he saw Rafael giving his head a faint nod, silently agreeing with Aniya.

“Fine,” he drew the plate towards him, “then we will eat first.”

Angela wasn’t able to digest any of it.

She noticed how Anaya was looking for excuses to touch Alex. And he didn’t seem to mind it.

Why?

You always removed my hand to give me a silent message that I’m not allowed to touch you, and here…

Damn you, Anaya!

***

Anaya stepped out of the toilet, heading straight to the sink. As she turned on the faucet, the door creaked open, and Angela walked in.

Anaya didn’t react. She was somehow mentally ready that she would show up here. She dried her hands, pretending that the girl didn’t exist for her.

But Angela had different plans. She couldn’t let Aniya walk past so easily. She stepped in front of her, blocking her way, “What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Aniya had a bored look on her face as she blinked innocently, “Umm. Washing my hands. Why?”

Angela kept staring hard, maybe to intimidate the girl. Guess what? It wasn’t working anymore.

“Why are you getting so close to Alex?”

For a moment, Aniya only looked at her, trying to keep her calm. Then she stepped forward, closing the distance between them.

“Angela!” she whispered, “You might be Ariel’s best friend, but let me tell you one thing. I don’t have time or energy to deal with this shit. Whatever drama you’re trying to start. Do yourself a favor and stop it.”

Angela opened her mouth to put her in her place, but Aniya didn’t stop after that and walked past her.

When she got close to the door, she stopped and looked over her shoulder, “One more thing. Don’t ever stop me like this again.”

Angela thought she heard her wrong. How could this girl who had no real status, say crappy things to her?

Did she even know who Angela was?

I guess it’s time to tell you who I am, baby girl! Angela thought with a creepy smile.