Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 136

Chapter 136: 136- Home Wrecker

They were in the parking lot of MSin which was only reserved for Rafael and Joseph with the private elevator.

"You made me late," she said glancing at him. After getting done with his seat belt, he leaned over to unbuckle hers.

"Nopes. I didn’t. It was Sophie. She drove slowly to reach the hotel," Marissa stretched her lips into a forced smile knowing full well that he was jesting with her.

"Are you serious? It was your laptop, Rafael. Not Sophie,"

Holding her face, he bumped their noses, "Why not take away the blame from Sophie and my laptop and pin it on something else."

Marissa was already getting conscious of his closeness, "And who will you pin it on?" she cocked up a brow, "Will it be a person or a thing?"

He cleared his throat and got serious. But Marissa had already seen that mischievous glint in his emerald green eyes, "I would like to pin it on the blow job!" he said.

A puny punch landed on his shoulder, "Jerk!"

She turned around to unlock the door, "Hey. I’ll wait for you," she heard him behind her and froze.

Chewing her lower lip, she looked back over her shoulder, "Dean might kill me. I was supposed to be here earlier than usual."

His arms enveloped her, drawing her to him, "And why Dean would kill you?"

This was his no-nonsense tone and those green orbs flashed iciness while roaming on her face. She tried to shrug it off with a chuckle, "Because I’m late."

"Even if you are late, Marissa. So what? Nobody can dictate to you or get mad at you," he said looking into her eyes, "got that?" _{freēwebnovel.com}

She wanted to ask the reason. Why couldn’t Dean or Joseph say anything? Rafael was making her feel as if she was the owner there.

He was still looking at her. She cupped his cheek and nodded at him with a soft smile, "Got that!"

He gently tilted his head into her hand and kissed it.

***

She was feeling giddiness while walking to the office. The feeling that Rafael was waiting for her in the parking lot was giving her butterflies in her tummy.

"Hello!" she announced her presence when found Dean and Delinda sliding small cartons in the hallway.

"Hey!" Dean hugged her and whispered, "Any idea why our boss thinks that we have snakes?"

Because I told him.

"I wish I could explain this," she then eyed Delinda who was asking the workers to shift the food cartons to the truck.

Like always she didn’t arrive to greet her or hug her.

"Hey, Del," Marissa walked over to her friend, "How is George?" she asked about her boy praying mentally that he was alright.

"He is good," Delinda shifted her focus to the man who was packing the stuff and taping it.

"I’m sorry for being late, Delinda. Sophie... my friend... she took me for coffee..."

Dean who was standing behind her, placed his hand on her shoulder, "Don’t worry. I have packed most of your stuff."

Marissa felt guilty. It wasn’t Dean’s job.

"My apologies again ... I’ll be more careful in the future."

"That’s not a problem, Marissa," the laborers were sliding the cartons outside the hallway and Marissa could see uniformed men who must be here for fumigation, setting the chemical packages and containers.

Marissa noticed Delinda struggling with the heavy paper bags and immediately went over to take them from her, "Let me do that, Del. Move back."

But Delinda almost snatched it from her grip quite harshly, "No thanks," she said in a clipped voice.

Even Dean seemed surprised at her rude tone. When his eyes met Marissa’s, he just shrugged in confusion.

What went wrong?

Why is Del treating me like this?

Is she in trouble?

Is it about her baby?