Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 231

Chapter 231: 231- She Was Richer Than Them!

Marissa didn’t realize that her eyes got filled with hot tears and slowly those little droplets started sliding down her face.

"Wh...what do you m-mean?"

Along with kids, even Dean seemed mesmerized by it. Rafael didn’t wait for him to leave and went ahead with it.

It was meant to be a family’s intimate moment, but Dean was there to witness it.

"This was meant to be your birthday gift but at that time you were so disturbed that I didn’t bring up the subject. I have been after this property since the day I came to know that you and Alex liked it." _{freёwebnovel.com}

His gaze shifted towards his children who were standing there like mini statues, "This is for all of you."

He told them, trying to control his own trembling voice, "The next time, if I do something horrible, you won’t end up on the streets, Marissa. That mistake won’t be repeated, Str...strawberry."

Marissa’s tears were falling on the ground and Rafael was trying to control his.

"Please stop crying. And help me, standing up. I can’t feel my leg anymore," Marissa who wanted to wipe her nose, was horrified and hurriedly helped Rafael on his feet.

At some distance, Alex rolled his eyes and groaned in irritation, "Come on, Daddy. It was meant to be an emotional moment, you spoiled it with your cheesiness."

"Sorry, son," Rafael drawled with a sheepish grin and pulled Marissa to him, "my legs were going numb."

Marissa was crying silently, "I ... I don’t want ... anything. No house... no money..."

He looked down at her shaky figure, "I know. I know, honey," he cupped her cheeks, "I know what you want," his voice had turned intense by the end of it, "I will give you whatever you deserve. With the same respect and the same honor that you are worthy of."

He grabbed her lips in his mouth to taste the saltiness of her tears. Marissa was holding his shirt tightly in her fists. Dean felt like an alien while standing there so he cleared his throat.

"Umm... I think... I sh-should leave..."

The couple didn’t hear him as they were busy kissing each other passionately. He turned to look at the kids who were standing there wide-eyed.

"Daddy loves, eating Mommy’s face," Abigail remarked and got busy in soft white tulips.

Dean shifted uncomfortably and then cleared his throat a little loudly, but the couple was too engrossed in their moment.

For some reason when he was leaving the house, he was oddly amused.

Mr. Sinclair was doing it so wisely and at such a dangerously slow pace. Marissa was lucky to have him in her life.

***

Marissa came out of her office and placed a rolled illustration on Dean’s desk, "Can you get me a computerized version of it?"

Dean looked at her beaming face. Today there was a certain glow there.

"I’ll get it done but tell me. When are you moving to the White... I mean the MSin Palace," he asked in a whisper.

Marissa nibbled her lower lip, "Don’t know," she raised her shoulder casually, "kids have been attached to Sophie and Flint. Right now, we all need a smooth transition for their sake."

"Sit down. Let’s have coffee," Dean gestured to the other seat across from him and was about to get on his feet when Marissa wiggled her index finger.

"I can’t," she placed her purse and took out her phone, "Our venue is final. It’s going to be Whi... I mean ... MSin palace. The best thing is..." she didn’t try to hide her eager smile, "This time I don’t need anyone’s permission for the venue. Just think of it. I own it," Dean nodded his head.

George, Rafael’s bodyguard was still on the floor somewhere to keep an eye on her. His hawk eyes used to be on alert mode whenever Marissa was around.

She was heading to the conference room when Dean suddenly held her elbow to stop her, "Beware! Nina and Valerie are already inside."

Oh! Marissa nodded at him. Now why were they here?