Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 226

Chapter 226: 226- Rafael’s New Business Idea

He turned to her, and Marissa could see that for some reason he was beaming, "We are all starving, so we need to fix something for breakfast first."

Fix something for breakfast?

Maybe he paid the amount for the tour and for using their dining room but did not get the breakfast made.

It must not be included in the deal.

The servants who were passing by, Marissa found them extremely polite, and she felt a little embarrassed in their presence.

Rafael signaled Emily to come over, "Take the kids into the garden, until their breakfast is ready."

He then grabbed Marissa’s hand and guided her to the kitchen. And oh, man!

She wasn’t ready for this lavish kitchen that seemed more like a high-end restaurant kitchen. Sleek and modern.

The gleaming marble countertops, high-end stainless-steel appliances, and the large windows that opened in the kitchen garden.

It was such a pristine and immaculate kitchen that Marissa could just stare at it but didn’t want to work there for fear that it might get dirty.

She was so engrossed in its beauty that she didn’t realize that all this time Rafael was watching her closely, taking in all her expressions and beauty.

A uniformed woman appeared there who offered them to make breakfast. Marissa took a sigh of relief. She didn’t want to touch this perfect kitchen. What if she did something wrong or broke a precious piece and Rafael would have to pay a fine because of her?

But she was in for a shock when Rafael shook his head, "No need," he said moving towards the drawer and dismissed the woman.

He pulled it open and took out two aprons handing one to Marissa.

"What...?" Marissa blinked, in a state of daze.

Without uttering another word, Rafael started tying the apron around his waist and for some reason, she found it utterly se*xy.

His face broke into a wide grin when he saw her mouth open in surprise, "Come on. Let’s get started. We don’t need to stay hungry for long. You need to get your ass moving."

Marissa didn’t budge. She stayed there, seeing Rafael taking out the pots and pans as if he knew the place.

He had started mixing some ingredients in a bowl, "Marissa. Sweetheart. It’s ok if you don’t want to cook. Just don’t complain about burnt food later."

Marissa swallowed and started slipping the apron slowly. The morning had turned about a lot differently than she had expected.

She suddenly felt light and even chuckled.

He brought her here because he had somehow guessed that she and Alex liked the place. This was the best date ever so far where their kids were also involved.

Wearing the apron she was standing in the middle of the kitchen, smiling to herself like a fool. Nothing had prepared her for the attack when a cloth was hit on her bum.

"Ouch!" she placed her hand there and watched Rafael who had switched on the mixer.

"The one who won’t help in the kitchen, won’t get the food!" he drawled. _{freewebnσvel.cøm}

She squinted, "Ahan. And whose saying is it?"