Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 271

Chapter 271: 271- After The Event (I)

"Ready to head out?" Marissa tilted her head, noticing Rafael leaning in close to her. His cologne was making it hard to focus.

She nodded, not letting it be evident that her pulse was quickened in a rapid beat. It was time for the surprise.

Something in her told her that he was planning something special for her.

Rafael caught Dean’s attention, by lifting his hand, "Hey, man, we’re heading out for the night," he said.

Dean flashed a casual smile with a knowing look and nodded, "Have a good one, you two. Catch you later!" Dean replied waving them off.

As they turned around, Marissa stopped, forcing Rafael to halt in his steps, "Little Greene?"

"Just a moment, Rafael," she went back to Dean, who was standing there with uncertainty.

"Is everything alright, Marissa?" he asked with a frown. Marissa didn’t know what got into her. She went ahead and hugged him, taking him by surprise.

Yes, they shared a good bond, but she never acknowledged it publicly.

"Thank you for everything you did tonight!" Marrisa’s voice carried genuine warmth.

"Now don’t be a... umm... fool," Dean wasn’t sure if he should use such words for his boss’s wife, "it was my duty."

She nodded with a sigh, "Yes, and I appreciate it."

"Rest assured, I’ll always be here to help you," he then looked ahead to where Rafael was observing them with a scowl. Just to tease him, he bent his head with a smug smile and whispered in her ear, "Let me know if you want to learn about business."

Marissa was caught a little off guard. Why did he say that? _{frёeωebɳovel.com}

She followed his gaze and found her husband standing with a clutched jaw.

"No, thank you," she rolled he eyes, "let’s leave it on my husband."

"Fine!" Dean nodded, "You know I’ll be a call away whenever you need me."

With a bright smile, Marissa turned around and walked back to her husband, "What was that about?" he questioned her with a curious tilt of his head.

His arm suddenly snaking around her neck to pull her to his side, "Nothing," she shrugged, "he wants me to learn business."

As they walked out of the party, the night air was pleasantly cool against her skin. Rafael removed his arm, and laced his fingers through hers, "Not a bad idea, actually," he said glancing over at her.

"But I’m not interested," she rested her head on his arm while walking slowly, "Running a billion-dollar business..."

"Umm hmm," he stopped her to correct, "trillion-dollar!"

"Okay!" she chuckled softly, "handling a TRILLION dollar... business is a lot different than being a caterer. So, no, thank you."

When they reached the door, he stopped. Holding her hand he observed her palm, "You don’t even know what you are capable of, Strawberry. There is a wildfire in you and that wildfire shouldn’t be limited to our bedtime only."

Marissa’s face snapped up in disbelief but damn. There was no playfulness on his face or his eyes.