Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 497

Chapter 497: 497- To Prove
Marissa and Rafael exchanged glances, stunned by what they were seeing. Ariel was also rooted to the spot.

“You… you two know each other?” Marissa muttered under her breath, but George didn’t respond. He was holding Anaya as if his life depended on it, his arms were wrapped tightly around her.

Abigail stood frozen, her hands trembling at her sides. She didn’t push him away, but she didn’t hug him back either. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, she wasn’t sure if she was dreaming.

“I… I almost went crazy searching for you,” He told her in a low voice, “You’ve no idea how long I’ve been looking for you.”

She felt his lips on her head, “I won’t let you disappear again. Do you have any idea what you put me through?”

Rafael made a face when he heard George mumbling something to Abigail, not audible to anyone in the room. He stepped forward, watching them in exasperation, “Can you let my daughter go? You are blocking her oxygen, man!”

This time, George heard him. His body stiffened, and he jerked back as if waking up from a trance. His hands dropped to his sides as he stared at Abigail.

He was trying hard to control his breathing, “I…” he swallowed while struggling to find words.

Abigail blinked at him as she tried to hide behind Rafael.

“You two already know each other?” Ariel asked them.

Before George could say anything, Abigail’s voice echoed in the room, “No. Not exactly. I worked at Star Corps. So, he kind of …” she shrugged, “know me as an employee.”

George Donovan clenched his jaw tightly. The girl he was searching for like crazy was still trying to avoid him.

He let out a shaky breath, his eyes never leaving hers.

“You worked in Star Corps?” Marissa asked her daughter with a smile, “That will be good for your CV, love. What were you hired for?”

Abigail hesitated and then met her mother’s eyes with a brave smile, “Maid. I was a cleaner at Star Corps.”

***

They had dinner in tense silence. Nobody seemed to take it well that the Sinclair heiress used to clean windows and furniture at the Star Corps.

Ariel’s gaze kept shooting between her sister and George. There was something odd going on between them, and she wasn’t able to place her finger on it.

George was the CEO of the Star Corps, and Abigail was the maid. Still, he seemed serious enough to search for her.

Abigail’s eyes remained on her plate while eating, but George’s eyes kept darting in her direction.

As if making sure that she wouldn’t disappear again.

“So… how does it feel that the girl who was wiping the windows of your office is actually a Sinclair?” Ariel asked him with an over-brightened smile and nudged her elbow in Abigail’s ribs.

Forks paused mid-air. Rafael raised a brow at his daughter while Marissa let out a silent sigh.

Abigail’s face had turned crimson.

George set his glass down slowly and glanced at Abigail, who seemed visibly tense but looked super cute with that rosy hue on her cheeks.

He cleared his throat because Ariel was his childhood friend and was good at making people feel awkward around her without realizing it, “It feels great, Ariel,” he tried to smile, “Just great!” he mumbled and took a spoonful of rice in his mouth.

Ariel smirked, “But it’s kind of hilarious. Right?” She then turned to Abigail with a wide grin, “he must have walked past you several times, and now, surprise! She’s a Sinclair.”

Abigail didn’t know her sister well enough, but right now, she knew this was not an insult. Her poor sister was trying to make everyone sitting at that table feel less awkward but was messing things up more.

Marissa cleared her throat loudly to give Ariel the message that she should stop there.

However, George’s jaw ticked, but his voice remained composed, “I didn’t walk past her,” he uttered, “I noticed her.”

Ariel Sinclair was caught off guard by the intensity in his voice.

Marissa again cleared her throat, “Ariel. Maybe we should just eat.”

Ariel made a pout, and stuffed a bite into her mouth, “I’m just saying… life is funny. Isn’t it?”

Nobody responded.

George thought Abigail was trying to bury her face into her plate. Suddenly, he found it quite hilarious.

Ariel raised her finger when she seemed to remember something, “One more point, I noticed…”

She trailed off when Abigail suddenly held her hand, “Ariel. Please.”

Ariel sighed, waving her hand, “Fine, fine. But admit it. This IS awkward…” she shrugged casually.

George rolled his lips between his teeth, “This is awkward because you’re making it awkward, Ariel.”

Rafael took a sip of his wine, “That’s what Ariel Sinclair is good at. No one can do it better than her,” He muttered.

Ariel suddenly grinned, “You’re right, Daddy. You’re welcome,” she bowed her head as if she was no less than royalty.

The corner of George’s lips twitched slightly. He watched Anaya who was no more Anaya but Abigail.

So, his gut feeling was right. Now he understood why he was wildly attracted to her.

Ever since he saw her the first time, trying to fly, outside the Star Corps building, he knew she was special. And then he remembered something else.

He wasn’t the one for her. She loved someone else.

That made him grip his fork tighter, and he seemed to lose his appetite. He should be happy for her, so why did this dull ache settle in his chest?

Why did every cell in his body scream that she belonged to him?

He let out a low groan, forcing himself to relax. It didn’t matter how drawn he felt to her. She wasn’t his.

He glanced at her and noticed her tensed shoulders and lowered head. Was there any hope for him?

Would she give him a chance to prove his love to her?