Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 169

Chapter 169: 169- Friends

Rafael could feel that they had taken more than enough time to finish their dinner. But it was a wholesome meal.

He was enjoying an evening after such a long time.

Seeing her laughing at something silly was doing strange things to his heartstrings. At least, she was opening up to him.

"And here our chicken buns were ready to be dispatched," she told him with wide eyes twinkling with mischief, "and can you believe it? Akari. One of my employees. She just picked up one bun and showed it to me... almost waving it in my face... Hey! Marissa. I want to taste one!" Rafael saw her moving the napkin in her hands and he couldn’t move away his eyes from her glowing face, "I warned her, no way, Akari. Put it back... she just pushed it hungrily into her mouth and oh man! Her face got like... she wanted to puke... she ran to the sink and emptied her mouth and then screamed at the top of her lungs at our rider who was supposed to deliver those buns... Stop! The buns don’t have salt in them. They are sweet... we all were damned..."

She kept telling him about that incident, and Rafael was having difficulty in keeping his focus on her words.

The waiters standing nearby must be there with an emotionless face, but Rafael could detect amusement in their eyes.

He knew it. He always knew it.

When he was blind, the way she used to talk, made him laugh a lot. He even remarked once how she had changed and never was this funny when they were dating.

And today her talk not only lifted his mood but also seemed to brighten the night for everyone around them.

She was so busy telling him about the past blunder she made while making chicken buns that she didn’t realize his eyes were solely on her face.

With a fist under his chin, he observed her face fondly. The dining hall of a seven-star hotel, he booked for their dinner was well worth it.

Clad in a bathing robe, wearing a pair of softy hotel slippers, her long black hair was down, covering her back that wasn’t even properly brushed.

This was the first time, he had seen a woman not ready for a date. She was just being herself and not at all conscious of her looks.

After telling about her baking error, she was now laughing like crazy, hiding her face behind her palms.

When she was done laughing, she reached out to hold the bottle of wine but then made a pout when found it empty. She gave him a silent pedaling look but he started shaking his head.

"No way. I’ve seen how you behave when you are drunk. So, no. No more wine."

"Just one glass!" she scrunched her nose, "Come on. You can afford it."

"Yes, I know. I can afford it. But you can’t handle it, little Greene," he picked up a napkin and stretched his arm to wipe her cheek which had a sauce stain there.

"Don’t tell me!" she startled a bit, "it was there this whole time?"

"Yeah. And you looked cute. Now get up," he pushed back his chair and rounded the table to get to her.

He offered her, his outstretched hand, "Let’s go back to the room."

She glanced at his palm, then placed her hand in his, "Fine! Let’s go, Mr. Richie Rich!"

He chuckled enjoying the remark, "Ah! Thanks for the compliment!"

She narrowed her eyes, "Oh. It was not meant as a compliment. It was sarcasm. A rich man who can’t buy a woman some wine!" she said rolling her eyes.

He pulled her up and then kissed her forehead, "Nice try, smarty pants. But you aren’t getting it."

She made a face and started following him to the elevator area.

"Can’t handle a drunk woman? Huh?" she teased, leaning closer to him with a playful grin.

"I did handle her last time just fine. Tomorrow when you’ll be all tipsy in the office then I’m ready to carry you around," he threw his free hand in the air, "it’s you who might not like it and feel embarrassed."

Marissa was aware, he was right, but she would like to die before even accepting it.

"What? Should I bring more wine for you?" he punched her shoulder playfully.

She held his fist but didn’t say anything.

"Ms. Marissa Aaron," he nudged his elbow gently causing her a little to sway, "Has the cat got your tongue?"

Marissa took him by surprise when she placed her palms on his chest and gave him a playful push, "Get lost, Richie Rich!"

Rafael looked around with a smile when she stopped and placed her hand on her hip, regarding his face with curiosity, "What are you scared of? The hotel staff?" she raised a brow to confront him.

"Oh, yes. I’m very scared," he managed to put on a fake fearful expression, "After all a woman is pushing the President of MSin and there is no one here to save me."

Marissa chuckled and gave him another push, "You are something!" she pinched his arm.

"Shut up! We both know a pinch isn’t going to faze you!" controlling his smile he looked down at her hand that was gripping his. _{frёeweɓηovel.coɱ}