Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: 252- Strong And Confident Marissa

Dean pushed open the conference door and stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes landed on Marissa who was hastily packing up things.

Her laptop was placed on a desk, her dossiers were stacked neatly on the corner table of the room. She was moving around, organizing the event charts together.

"Marissa!" Dean’s voice had both confusion and concern, "What’s going on here?"

Marissa paused for a moment, glancing up at him. Dean could see calmness on her face but knew better. There seemed to be a lava inside her that could explode any minute.

"Are you mad at me?" he asked her, searching her face for a reaction, but she didn’t respond to him. He cleared his throat and asked again, "Are you mad at me, Marissa?"

This time she didn’t even look at him.

She could still feel the rage due to last night when she tried to convince Rafael that the event people should be called back.

His answer was a straight no. She even pressed him a little to let him see the clearer picture, but the man was adamant. He didn’t even let her speak further.

Urgh. She was mad at him. Why was he being so hot-headed?

No. She wouldn’t argue. She knew how to handle him. The conference room seemed so dull without the presence of her colleagues.

"Marissa. Can you please talk to me?" Marissa shook her head.

"I can’t, Dean. When I’m enjoying all the comforts of life, my teammates are extremely worried because they don’t know if they will get their payments on time or not. Their jobs are at stake because of me."

There was a flicker of something deeper in her eyes... maybe resignation. Or the loss.

"Listen to me. We can talk about it and... it’s not your fault, Marissa..."

"We’ve sent the event people back, Dean," she said, her voice flat, "so there is no reason for me to stay here anymore," she picked up one chart paper that had the mural design of Peter, "No event means no work for me either. It’s best if I pack up everything and leave."

Dean frowned, stepping closer, his gaze sweeping onto the empty desk that she used to occupy, "Marissa. You might be his wife, but I’ve never seen an intelligent woman like you. Plus..." he made a pout.

"Plus, what!"

"Plus, I think your phone is vibrating in your purse. I can feel this buzzing sound," Marissa shrugged off his concern with the careless wave of her hand,

"Oh, it must be him."

Rafael was trying to reach her, but she wasn’t attending the call. This morning, he kept trying to crack jokes just to make her laugh, but she ignored him and came to the office separately. She didn’t even go to the President’s office.

Dean chewed his lip, "You were handling everything so well. Please, stay! Otherwise, I’ll miss you," he almost made a puppy face, but Marissa remained aloof.

"Good move, chief, but it’s not working on me," she opened her bag and took out something.

There was a pack of chewing gum in her hand, "Wanna have one?"

Dean shook his head and placed his hands on his hips, "At least, go to his office and talk to him."

"I’m not talking to anyone, Dean," the door flung open, hitting the wall with a muffled thud and Rafael barged in.

"Strawberry!" for a moment she felt a blush coloring up her cheeks. He always called her that in private.

Will he always have this kind of impact on me?