Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 113

Chapter 113: 113- Kate’s Plans

Kate pushed open the apartment door, balancing her brown paper bags filled with bakery stuff against her hip as she came inside.

The smell of fresh bread and pastries filled her small kitchen. She set the bags on the kitchen counter and sighed in relief.

Heading to the fridge she took a bottle of ice water and glued it to her mouth instead of using the glass.

After emptying almost half of the bottle, she placed it with a thud and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

Leaving behind the bread, she picked up the bags with pastries and croissants and started walking to the living room.

Her kitchen was right at the entrance and after a small narrow passage, there was the living room. That was the reason she couldn’t see Amir lounging on the couch, his feet up on the coffee table.

He barely glanced up from his phone as she entered the living room.

"Where were you exactly," she felt his tone a little accusatory, but she didn’t reply to him.

She paused, took a deep breath, and went to her room quietly with the bags. He didn’t even offer her to help. But there was nothing new about it.

She began unpacking the bags and started placing croissants and assorted pastries on her nightstand.

She became aware that he was coming after her in the room when she felt his soft footsteps behind her.

"You never liked eating such stuff. Then why now?" Amir continued, his voice dripping with disdain, "You know it’s not good for your health."

She didn’t respond and kept arranging the pastries neatly. Just yesterday she had bought a multiple floored tray stand for that purpose.

Now placing all the bakery stuff was making it worthwhile.

"You still haven’t told me, what you were doing that morning in that hotel? Since when you have started keeping secrets from me?"

Kate who was still busy arranging the croissants on the upper tray was taking her sweet time, as if this was the most important thing... the only important thing to do.

"Kate. I’m asking you something! What were you doing in that hotel?" he got a little louder and Kate’s hands got still for a moment but then they again got busy with her task.

He couldn’t forget how she called him that day while crying. He was sleeping so peacefully in bed when he received her call.

She was shedding tears on the phone not aware of his frustration.

"You need to come and get me, Amir. They aren’t letting me go unless I pay them." She was crying hysterically.

Amir’s brain was already half asleep and half dead, and on top of it all, her shrill crying was giving him a headache.

"For God’s sake, tell me where you are, Kate. I’ll come and get you!" he snapped but all he wanted to do was kill her and go back to sleep.

Lately, she had been acting strange. Like he wasn’t enough for her. It felt like even his money couldn’t satisfy her anymore.

"Can you hear me, Kate? You made me pay so much for that damn hotel room. Why were you even staying there? I tried talking to hotel people, but they weren’t ready to share the information. Damn these big brand names and fu*ck with their secrecy."

In his rage, he wanted to destroy the world.

He hated secrets.

He was pacing around in the room like a madman, "Money doesn’t grow on trees, Kate, and you made me spend all my hard earned money on your little silly escapade."

A sarcastic smirk appeared on Kate’s face.