Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 275

Chapter 275: 275- Delinda?

Marissa was tracing patterns on the armrest of her couch. They had spent the whole day sitting here on the sofa with Sophie beside her who was concerned about her friend.

Another nightfall had arrived, and the kids were sent to bed with Emily. Marissa kept herself strong throughout the day for the kids’ sake.

They asked about Rafael’s absence and were told that their father had to travel for business’s sake. They also questioned about the woman who was dirty and sitting outside their living room. Marissa just asked the kids to ignore her.

She didn’t want to put anything negative into their little minds. For the last five years, she had this hunch that she would need to tell her kids about their father. However, she made a blunder. She never thought of telling them about Nina. Or her parents. Or Valerie.

Kids don’t only require parents’ love. Both sets of grandparents, uncles, and aunts were equally important if they were alive.

She couldn’t tell them that her parents or Rafael’s mom were dead.

Now she was in a fix.

Telling her kids that the woman sitting outside was merely a beggar could cause her to feel self-inflicted guilt in front of them.

"What are you thinking?" Sophie’s hand held hers and intertwined their fingers. Marissa rested the side of her face on her friend’s shoulder.

After doing this several times on her husband’s shoulder, now it felt strange.

You made me your habitual and now you are nowhere to be found.

"Sophie!" she whispered.

"Hmm?"

"Do you think he has left me again?"

"No, silly!" Sophie placed her arm around her friend, "he was crazy about you. I saw it in his eyes."

"Perhaps," she straightened and looked into Sophie’s eyes, "you should go home... go ... go and stay with Joseph... you both should be together."

"Now stop saying this rubbish, love. We are friends for a reason. And no... I’m not leaving you..."

She slapped Marissa’s shoulder and pulled her back to her side, "I hope that Dean and Joseph can find anything."

Marissa stayed there silently, "Can you bring me coffee!" she tried to make those puppy eyes, but Sophie shook her head with tightly clenched lips.

"Marissa Sinclair. How many cups of coffee are you planning to drink? For God’s sake, go to sleep. You have been up since last night and now you need to sleep."

"And I wasn’t alone!" Marissa pointed out, "At least my ass isn’t leaving this couch, but you have been on your toes since then..."

"Stop it, silly. I’m your friend. Don’t forget that."

"Don’t you get tired of being my friend?" Marissa asked her and that took Sophie by surprise.

"Shut up. I’m not answering that. You aren’t in your senses."

Marissa placed her head back with a shrug. But when the door opened and Dean walked inside, she shot up from the couch rushing to him, "Dean! Any news? Have you found him? Please tell me you did!"

Dean whose face was grim, shook his head slowly. He didn’t need to say a word. The answer was clear.

"You... you are his assistant... how is it possible you don’t know where he is?" She ran her fingers through her hair, gripping it tightly like she wanted to peel it right off her scalp.

Where was Rafael?

What would she tell her kids tomorrow, when they would ask about their father?

For how long she could give them lame excuses?

"Oh! Why is he doing that?" she hid her face behind her palms, "I don’t know what I did to deserve this."

"You did nothing," Dean was at once close to her, pulling her hands away from her face, "Stop blaming yourself."

They all looked up when there was a knock on the door. Marissa rushed, thinking that it was Rafael.

"Joseph?" she looked behind him but there was no one standing there who would wink at her secretly and then pull her to him.

She was missing him. She was missing his arms around her. His words ... that he used to whisper near her ears.

Joseph held her close to him and brought her inside, "Nina would stay there?" he pointed outside with his thumb.

"Marissa sent her food this evening," Sophie informed him and made them sit on the sofa.

"Joseph," she took another couch right across them, "did you check the hospitals?"

Marissa’s face shot up with a horrified expression, "Hospitals?"

"Yeah," Joseph held her hand gently, "what if he had an accident?" he then looked back at Sophie, "I checked all the hospitals. Airports. Railway stations... bus stands..." With a sigh, he leaned back.