Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 234

Chapter 234: 234- Mrs. Sinclair

Ever since she had met him...

No! Ever since he was back in her life, this was the first time he was telling a bunch of random strangers that she was Marissa Sinclair.

He was introducing her as his wife. As his lawfully wedded wife!

She wanted to laugh! She wanted to weep!

She had this wild urge to laugh and cry at the same time. Just to show Nina and Valerie that she had gotten what fate had written for her.

They could not snatch it away from her.

She always thought that he came back to her for the kids. He was here to give them a good life. He was making light-hearted jokes to let the kids know, he respected their mom.

He was kissing her and being intimate with her because he wanted to develop a good bond with the kids through her. Since yesterday something had shifted considerably.

What was that?

Right now, he was discussing some official clauses with those men, she didn’t think he was aware of what she was thinking or feeling.

But then he proved her wrong when he squeezed her to him. Maybe a silent message that he was aware of her feelings... of her existence.

And then something flashed into her mind. Was it due to the...

She turned her head to look at him, his profile had those sharp features. As if sculpted personally by God.

Was it due to her acceptance of the gift, the White Palace, he gave her? Was he expecting her to reject it?

How well he knew her!

If he had gifted it on her birthday night when she went out with Gerard, then she would have rejected it.

They were not as close at that time as they were now. And the credit went to him. He had a hand in breaking the ice.

"Honey! They are asking something," Rafael whispered to her, and she looked up and found those men staring at her.

"I’m ... I’m sorry... can you please repeat that?" she finished awkwardly.

Rafael twisted his body a little, "They are family lawyers, and they want to know the details about our wedding. I can’t provide them enough as I was ... as you know..."

He gave her a sheepish grin and she supplied on his behalf, "Blind?"

"Yeah. Blind," he then turned to those gentlemen, "I need to know all about it. Spend as much as you want but bring me the truth."

Truth? She was taken aback by the term. Didn’t Rafael trust her?

"Yes, please," Marissa said to the man who seemed to be their assistant, "I can’t wait for the truth to come out."

Mrs. Sinclair?