Mr. President: You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets - Chapter 506

Chapter 506: 506- Abi Likes Strawberry Flavor
“I always loved him. I’ve been worshipping the ground he walked since childhood,” Angela was sitting in the drawing room with Abigail sitting across her.

“I thought that you were some random girl, who was trying to get close to Alex. Didn’t know that you were…” Angela chewed her lower lip, “I’m sorry… I’m here to apologize because if you won’t forgive me then Sinclairs will never let me set foot here.”

Oh. So, this is the reason you’re apologizing. And here I thought you were truly ashamed.

“Abigail,” Angela came to Abi and sat on the floor near her feet, “Please forgive me. I’m so sorry. Believe me, I am not able to sleep at nights. This guilt that I hurt you so much it’s… it’s killing me, Abigail.”

Angela had started crying but now Abi had become sensible. She knew they were nothing but crocodile tears.

May my brother be protected from every witch out there.

She made a silent prayer and then tried to smile, “It’s ok, Angela…” She held her wrists trying to free her feet.

“I’m so sorry,” Angela again said between hiccups and Abi wanted to roll her eyes.

No, you are not, bitch!

“It’s OK. I forgive you. But please stop imposing yourself on my brother. Girls need to have some self-respect,” she couldn’t stop herself from advising.

Angela’s eyes showed the dislike, but she chose to stay quiet.

“Thank you, Abi. You are the sweetest,” Angela got up and kissed Abi’s cheek which she found cringe.

Urgh.

What was the need for this wet kiss? Yuck!

***

As George made his way into his office, he stopped dead in his tracks when he found Ariel sitting on the sofa, relaxed, flipping the pages of a magazine.

She raised her eyes, and a smile spread across her lips, “George,” she got up to hug him.

Only Sinclairs had the privilege to skip the waiting area in his absence.

“Ariel,” he pulled back after the hug, “What brings you here?”

He motioned her to take a seat before settling in his own revolving chair.

“Why? Can’t I visit you without a reason?” Her light query made him chuckle.

“Of course, you can, dummy. Should I order coffee or something else? Last time you ditched me when I ordered it for you,” he leaned back in his seat.

Ariel moved ahead and intertwined her fingers, “I’m here to talk about Abigail.”

His facial contours clenched for a moment before he tried relaxing them. Ariel noticed it.

“Are you also planning to dodge my questions, just like Abigail did?” she asked him, and he chuckled at the hidden bite in her voice.

“She tried to dodge Ariel Sinclair?” he smirked, “How did that happen? Now that’s something.”

“Maybe because she is Abigail Sinclair. No different from me. We share the same blood…” she reminded him with a shrug.

George had always admired her intelligence but right now he wasn’t sure if he wanted to listen to what he thought she was here for.

“I am George Donovan,” he leaned forward and looked into her eyes, “I don’t dodge questions. But before asking me, make sure that your sister appreciates my bluntness.”

Ariel wanted to say damn you but then she held her tongue.

The man sitting proudly in front of her was her best friend who was always there when she needed him. Even for her emotional meltdowns.

“Fine!” she muttered, “You and Abi already knew each other before she came into our lives.”

“Is that a question or a statement?” he asked her, mischief glinting in his eyes, but Ariel remained serious.

“You know why I’m here, George?”

His smile didn’t falter a bit, “I have a guess, but I’d rather hear it from you.”

She rested her elbows on the desk, “I need to know what is going on between you and my sister.”

George tossed the paperweight aside, he was playing with and sighed, “Abigail…”

“My sister is very dear to me, George. So, answer carefully,” she warned him.

George frowned before raising a brow, “So, you are here as her sister. And what about my friend? Where is she?”

“She is still there, George. But right now, Abi needs me. She is vulnerable and I don’t want her to get hurt. Please tell me. What is going on between you and Abi? Is she the same girl who was there that night with your birthday gift? I think I saw her in the reception area…”

When he kept looking at his desk, maybe thinking about suitable words to convey his message, she spoke again, “If Abi will be hurt then all Sinclairs will…”

He raised his eyes, cut her in, “I’m in love with her,” he was looking directly into her eyes now.

“My sister is very precious to us and … you what?” she blinked in confusion and George cursed under his breath before he stood up from his seat and went to the window to look outside.

The air in the room had suddenly turned tense.

Ariel was also on her feet and strode up to him. He might have felt her presence behind him because his shoulders got rigid. Ariel placed her hand on his back, “George…”

“I love her,” he whispered, “I love her so much that it hurts…”

Ariel was stunned by this raw feeling she could hear in his voice, “Oh, shit. Abigail was the one. I was right,” she whispered more to herself.

She walked past him to stand in front and saw his stoic face. He was trying to control his emotions, “If that’s the case then what’s stopping you from going to her, George,”

He stood there speechless for several minutes before he decided to speak, “Her boyfriend… she has some fu*cking boyfriend who is back into her life. And I have got a feeling that she is lying.”

Ariel’s eyes went wide on that and then suddenly she cracked up. George thought she had gone crazy, he tilted his head to look at her face.

“What’s so funny?”

Ariel shook her head and wiped her tears while choking on her laughter, “Nothing. Abi likes strawberry flavor but can still eat Vanilla tarts to keep others happy.”

George gave a concerned look to Ariel and even touched the back of his hand to her forehead, “You don’t have a fever. Then why…”

Ariel slapped his arm, “You need to go to her, George. There is no one in her life except you, dummy.”