Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: 117- His Phone Number

Sophia was still fuming at Marissa and Rafael. The innocent angels just wanted their favorite brands of candies.

Why so much strictness on candies?

Yes, she knew she was not their mom. But she was their aunt. She might not be allowed to make decisions for them, but aunts were supposed to spoil their nephews and nieces.

She slapped on the steering wheel in frustration and looked ahead.

She was on her way to the superstore when spotted a convoy of trucks laden with the whitest wood planks and a few elegant pieces of white furniture, heading towards the way that led to White Palace.

"Shoot! Is it sold? No way!" She needed to tell this to Marissa and picked up her phone abruptly but then she reminded herself that she was mad at her friend. Those sweetest kids had gotten a loaded daddy, and he couldn’t even buy them sweets.

Pathetic!

And why were they laughing secretly as if I was also a kid?

Without a second thought, she veered her car sharply onto a side road, following the trucks. She was very much interested to see what changes the new owners were making to it.

She and Marissa had spent almost five years in Kanderton, and this White Palace had been their favorite. During Marissa’s pregnancy days, they used to come here a lot. Marissa used to look at it and tell her that one day she wanted to build a similar house for her kids.

There were so many memories with the White House, a house that stayed without an owner for so many years.

After reaching the sight, she killed the engine and got out of the car. Today the giant gates of the palace were opened, and anyone could have a clear view of the lawns and gardens. A big garage was also there on the side of the property.

"What if I talk to the laborers and ask them to let me bring my friend for once? I can give Marissa a tour of the house."

She walked ahead in a trance, looking around, when she spotted a handsome man amidst all the laborers who were trying to talk to him at once.

He was giving some instructions to the head laborer, making wild gestures with his hands. Dressed in a cream colored branded shirt and black dress pants, he was a distinguished looking man. His eyes were covered behind dark shades.

However, his movements halted midway when he found her standing there observing them.

"Yes?"

All the workers turned to look at her making her a little uneasy.

"I’m sorry," she offered him a friendly but wobbly smile, "This White Palace... Is it sold?"

He muttered something to those workers and then walked up to her, "Yes. It’s sold."

He placed his hands in his pockets, "Why?"

"I... my family... we all like it so much... I just wanted to meet someone who is related to the owners," her eyes were darting around taking in the outdoor beauty of the house, and then went to his face, "Are you the owner?"

She couldn’t maintain the smile when felt his eyes turning a little intense, "Sort of."

She nodded and her mind started racing.

How to ask him if he is single or in a relationship? No doubt, he was a good looking man.

Think of it, Sophie. Think hard!

"Umm... I... I am a gynecologist..." she informed him, and he didn’t say anything.

"I just wanted to tell you this... if ... if you have a wife... a pregnant wife or a pregnant girlfriend then I’ll be very happy to help you."

A trace of smile touched his lips and a knowing look crossed his facial features.

"Nice try!" he whispered.

You. Are. A damn. Doctor! Get a grip. She scolded herself.

"Your phone...!" the moment he said the words she spun around trying to control the big shaky grin. _{ƒreewebηoveℓ.com}