Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 177

Chapter 177: 177- Made Marissa Look Like A Criminal

"Ah! I see!" Rafael sighed with a smile. No greetings. No formalities. No show of Mommy love.

She was worried about the power.

She was worried that his assistant was inside the President’s office.

He tilted his head to look at George who was at some distance. The bodyguard nodded with a meaningful grin, that showed all was well for Marissa, and she was safe.

"Hello, Rafael," he twisted his neck when saw Valerie trying to get closer to him, but he just gave a curt nod and turned away.

Valerie felt insulted. Just a few moments back she was telling the staff the tales of her expensive, luxury trips.

And now her husband wasn’t even acknowledging her presence.

For some reason, Nina appeared to be losing it, "Rafael. Let me show you how Dean is occupying your room. Come with me."

She started dragging Rafael who had a bored look on his face. The rest of the staff also followed them.

They wanted to see how Rafael would react when he would find Dean inside. After all, if the President’s mom wasn’t allowed there, then how could an assistant set foot there?

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Dean was shaken and shocked to the core. Marissa was Rafael’s wife?

He looked down at Marissa’s head and felt guilty. He was never judgmental about her. Even when he thought she was Rafael’s mistress, he still gave her respect.

There was something genuine about this woman that he couldn’t bring himself to hate her or dislike her.

Rafael once asked Dean to call the hospital when Alexander had a toothache.

In return, what did she do?

She called Dean the very next day, not because of herself but for Delinda’s son. Dean had never seen such a kind-hearted person who could use the benefits to others’ advantage.

"Marissa!" he touched her head lightly and found her tear-streaked face looking up at him.

She was crying silently, and Dean wanted to kill himself for hurting her. He held her by her arms and made her sit beside him.

He had completely forgotten that a few moments back, he was the one mentally disturbed.

He handed her the Kleenex box and threw his arm around her shoulders, "Take your time. I’m right beside you," he told her gently, "It was just their constant demands that got to my head. Otherwise, you know very well that I like you. In fact," he moved his hands frantically in the air, "I love you. Now don’t deny that you don’t know it. Because you know it! I really love you."

Marissa who was wiping her cheeks, stopped for a minute and then giggled through her tears.

"See! You look beautiful when you’re smiling or laughing," She blew her nose and leaned back on the couch.

"It’s been seven years, Dean. Seven damn years..." she chuckled sarcastically, "Seven years back, they asked me to marry him because his fiancée had run away leaving a blind man waiting for her at the altar."

Dean thought someone had squeezed the life out of his body.

Fiancée? Blind?

He had heard once from Joseph how Rafael couldn’t see for some time but then got back his eyesight.