Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228: 228- Fun in MSin Palace

When Rafael came inside, he found Marissa placing plates before the kids. Emily had already made them sit.

"Wow. You’re back," Marissa said excitedly and smacked his shoulder, "Now help me, in placing this stuff, mister."

Rafael felt guilt creeping into his heart. All the stuff he was doing around, was for her. But she wasn’t aware of it.

She had the right though.

But he couldn’t bring himself to admit it in front of her.

"Sure, strawberry," he went inside the kitchen to collect the soup pot.

"This is the best breakfast ever!" he smiled when heard Alexander’s voice coming from the living room.

He had finally started enjoying his father’s presence in his life.

Rafael joined his family at the table and felt awkward and happy at the same time. An odd combination.

This was his family. He was responsible for their happiness and mental health, and he promised himself to do that all his life.

But why his heart wasn’t at peace?

He tilted his head to look at Marissa who was offering vegetable Omelette to Emily.

"Rafael! Aren’t you hungry!" Marissa tapped his plate with her spoon. Rafael couldn’t even smile.

When are you going to forgive me, Marissa? When will you accept me as your husband? He asked the questions to himself.

And the answer didn’t come from Marissa. It came from his head on behalf of Marissa,

When you will tell the world that I’m your wife, Rafael! The world knows nothing about my status, Rafael.

It all happened in his head. The questions and the answers. Marissa was now offering him the hot soup bowl, suggesting him to have it as they were already having a late breakfast.

He took out his phone and typed a message for Dean, "Arrange a meeting with a top-notch lawyer who is an expert in family law."

He needed to sort this shit out.

In his haste, without thinking, he put a spoonful of hot soup in his mouth and groaned in pain.

"Rafael!" Marissa at once dropped her napkin and got to her feet. A servant who was standing close by brought a bucket of ice cubes.

Marissa pushed one into his mouth, "Who does that?" her finger was slowly stroking his lips and he wanted to close his eyes in bliss.

The skin between his brows knitted when his phone pinged. It was Dean.

"The meeting is this evening, Sir. And yes. Congratulations. You are officially sitting in the MSin Palace."

Joseph was right when he told Rafael that Dean was a magician.

"Who was here to meet you?" Marissa asked him, putting a piece of French toast in her mouth. The syrup was smudged on the corner of her mouth and all Rafael wanted to do was wipe it with his tongue.

"An acquaintance," he smiled and started cleaning the syrup with his thumb. The servant stepped forward with hot wet towels stacked on the silver tray, but Rafael dismissed it with his hand.

"I don’t want a towel when I can do the things with my fingers and my hands," he locked eyes with Marissa, and this time she didn’t break the eye contact but leaned ahead to whisper,

"Yeah. And your mouth too!" she pulled back with a mischievous grin and nodded at him. She was enjoying the bewildered look on his face

"Daddy. Can we play in the garden?" Alex got to his feet with Ariel following him. Rafael signaled Emily to keep an eye on Abi.

She was very fond of running but overall was cooperative around Rafael.

"Sure. Go and enjoy yourselves," Rafael sipped his coffee and leaned back. His arm was around the chair where Marissa was sitting, "Shouldn’t we also join them in the garden?"