Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: 327- Cunning Grin

Rafael looked at the young couple hugging each other just a few moments back and was now standing there with guilt-stricken faces.

Rafael knew the boy. He was the same one who accompanied her to the bookstore.

"Excuse me," Marissa stepped back and then left the kitchen in a hurry. The boy seemed stuck in the awkward situation. But then maybe he didn’t want to stay back and decided to follow Valerie’s younger sister.

Rafael cleared his throat and looked around the small living room. He didn’t want to give the impression that he was here for the other girl. The poor guy didn’t know that he had been an open book to Valerie who knew what he wanted all along.

"Can we sit somewhere?" he suggested, and Valerie’s face palmed with an embarrassed chuckle.

"Look at me! I’m such a crappy host. Please take a seat," When he sat down, she moved closer to sit beside him.

"The love birds of our town!" she remarked casually, and Rafael thought he heard her wrong.

"Hmm? Who?"

"My sister and Finn. They are childhood sweethearts," she said and held his hand in a casual way, "Everyone in the neighborhood knows about their love story. My parents can already imagine them building their lives together, having kids, supporting each other, deeply... madly in love..."

Rafael didn’t know what Valerie was talking about.

The girl was already involved in that guy?

"I ..." he swiped his tongue over his lips, "I thought th-they were just friends."

"Oh, initially they were clueless. But then something happened, and they grew closer. We had a neighbor who fell for Marissa..."

Marissa? What a beautiful name!

"The moment we came to know what’s happening, we had to report it to the police."

This time Rafael knitted his brows, "Police? Why?"

"Marissa was underage. She still is. Imagine an eighteen-year-old boy luring a fifteen-year-old girl. People less than eighteen are nothing but kids. They are suitable for their age fellows only. I don’t know what kind of creeps get attracted to kids. Such creeps should be hanged till death."

Rafael felt like someone had poured iced water over his head.

Yes, he was twenty. And the girl, he fell for, was sixteen. Almost a child. Valerie was right.

That was creepy.

"Hey!" he got up when a middle-aged couple came inside holding grocery bags and halted in the doorway when they saw Rafael.

"Mom. Father. Rafael!" Valerie introduced them and her mom gave her a secret killing look. They were expecting the guest at eight. It wasn’t even seven.

Her mother was sure that Valerie lied to them.

"Rafael. Please get comfortable. I’ll bring you something to drink," she offered.

Rafael got up in a haste. He wasn’t ready for it.

He wasn’t ready for any of it. He had decided to come here after ditching his friend’s party invitation. And now he was regretting it.

"I think I should leave," his announcement startled all of them.

"Why?" Valerie’s father gave him a confused look, "Weren’t you supposed to have dinner with us?"

Valerie was looking at him with those doe-like big blue eyes. But Rafael had just realized he liked black eyes more.

That certain pair of black eyes...

"Fine!" he sat back with a forced smile.

Having dinner in a middle-class household wasn’t that bad. But watching your favorite girl being more comfortable with another guy was kind of torturing.

It was too awkward for him. And he sensed that for some reason it was equally awkward for Marissa.

Valerie and her mom were the only ones who kept chattering during dinner.

He prayed to God silently to run the clock faster so that he could get out of there. Marissa’s boyfriend kept telling him proudly that she was the one who prepared dinner. And maybe Val didn’t like it.

Rafael liked the food. He loved the chicken Fajita.

That night when he left the house, he turned to the girl who was younger than him and much innocent according to his age and ruffled her hair with a friendly smile.

"I liked the food tonight. You are one hell of a cook," Marissa accepted his praise gracefully however the constipated look on Valerie was uncalled for.

That night in his bedroom, he kept fighting himself. The girl was just sixteen and he was an adult. He couldn’t have such crazy thoughts for a child, and it was best to stay away from Valerie as well.

His mom had been after him to have a girlfriend at least. She wanted to have a Sinclair heir as soon as possible.

But Rafael didn’t want a baby-making machine for himself. He wanted a companion with whom he could have a meaningful conversation. With whom he could share his life with.

This was the first heartbreak of his life, and he wanted to take his time to recover.

He needed to stay away from Marissa Aaron for his sanity. And that meant staying away from Valerie Aaron too.