Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: 112- Ouch!

Marissa peeked a little around his athletic and brooding figure to have a look. The ladies standing there now had a look of envy in their gazes.

Stop looking at my man! She warned them with a glare.

"Excuse me" A girl in her early twenties approached her with a friendly smile.

"Yes," Marissa nodded at her good naturedly.

"I’m new here and I would love to know you," Marissa shrugged not knowing what to say. She always spent her life in a cocoon and never let anyone befriend her or come close to her.

"I’m sorry, as you can see, I have a lot on my hands. My kids are already busy in another corner of the store."

The girl didn’t seem to mind, "Sure. I have got a boy and I know how kids give tough times to their parents," she said looking behind Marissa.

"Who is he?"

Marissa didn’t like it when she saw how the girl was looking at Rafael. As if she wanted to eat him. She had the audacity of licking her lips as if Rafael was pressed between them.

"A friend!"

"Her husband!"

she and Rafael spoke together.

The girl passed a confused glance between the two.

"I’m sorry, ma’am. We are sort of ... in a hurry!" he offered a cold smirk to the girl. His one arm snaked around Marissa’s waist and the other hand started pushing the trolley full of grocery items.

The rest of the grocery shopping was done in peace. Rafael went once to have a look at the girls who were placing gummy bears in the basket.

When the couple was pushing the cart to the counter Marissa’s phone started ringing, "Gerard?"

"Hey," he spoke, "Are you somewhere out?"

"Yeah. The usual grocery shopping. How are you."

"Good. Marissa. I have a favor to ask," Marissa frowned at the request.

"Sure. Shoot!"

"Our tomorrow’s date..."

"Yeah. What about that?"

"Can we make it tonight if you don’t have any problem?"

"Umm..." Marissa gave a fleeting glance to Rafael who was fixing the cart in the long queue.

"I’m sorry, Marissa. But this is important. My company has assigned me a very vital project. It can boost my career..."

For the next ten minutes, Marissa kept hearing his self-praise about how hardworking he was and how his bosses were too happy with him and so on.

Marissa was trying hard to hold her yawn, "Gerard. I need to go. It’s almost my turn."

"Yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up at seven."

"B...but..." he didn’t listen to her and cut the call.

"Is everything alright?" Rafael asked her.