Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 122

Chapter 122: 122- Gerard’s Shirt

Marissa was sitting quietly in the car, just looking ahead. She couldn’t get Rafael out of her mind.

If he had been polite in their two-year marriage, now he had become the gentlest, treating her like she was made of glass.

"You are too quiet," Gerard remarked keeping his eyes ahead while driving.

"Nah. Just... maybe job problems..." she glanced sideways and then started playing with her purse straps.

"Being in the job is the hardest thing," he said while glancing at the rearview mirror, "It doesn’t give you the liberty of making your own choices. You always have to act according to your boss’s mood swings. I used to admire you so much when you started this home-based cooking. And now look at you. Stuck like me."

He pushed the brakes when he noticed the traffic jam ahead.

"But I’m enjoying my job, G. It does give me liberty..."

"I don’t think so, Marissa," he argued holding the steering wheel tightly, "I also used to think like that. I thought I enjoyed my job but nah. I really want to plan my start-up and get rid of this daily slavery."

Marissa stayed quiet. Gerard looked upset and she didn’t want to negate his feelings. How to tell him that she almost felt like an owner at MSin?

"When you own a business and you are sick or someone from your family needs you, you don’t need to take permission from your boss. Because you are the boss, and you don’t give a damn if someone marks your leave or doesn’t tell lies against you on your back. Moreover, if the boss is an as*shole then you are in deep shit."

Kate.

She was the one who always tried to malign Marissa’s reputation.

Maybe Gerard was right, and she wasn’t ready to accept it.

She took the job because they were offering attractive perks, and she could never earn this much in her home-based business.

"What if the job is for a few months?" she twisted in her seat to look at his face, "The permanent job might affect your mental health but here they just hired me for a few months. Once the job is done, I’m free to walk away. How about that?" she asked him with seriousness on her face, and he nodded.

"Point noted, milord," he threw a glance at her, "by the way, you look beautiful."

Marissa was taken aback by the sudden, unexpected compliment.

"Thank you,"

"And you look different too. You never let your hair down. Is it a good hair day or am I lucky tonight?"

None, Gerard. It was Rafael who wanted it ...

Her thoughts were interrupted by him, "Here we are," Gerard said slowing down the car.

He had brought her to a Chinese restaurant, Golden Dragon. It was known for authentic cuisine and elegant décor.

After handing over the car to the valet, he guided her inside. They were taken to a quiet table shielded partially with an ornate screen, offering them some privacy. _{frёewebnoѵēl.com}

Marissa quickly opened her menu glancing through the dishes. She wanted to get done with the meal as she was getting heart palpitations.

"I’ve heard their Peking duck is amazing," Gerard looked up from his menu, "And the dim sum here is to die for."

Marissa nodded, trying hard to focus on the menu despite her wandering thoughts about the man who said she looked beautiful before sending her here.