Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 334

Chapter 334: 334- Missing Piece Of His Heart

When Marissa woke up it was well past ten. She hardly slept this late but today seemed to be an exception.

Her hand instinctively reached to her side, only to find an empty space beside her.

"Rafael!" Taking a sharp breath, she got up, looking around.

Where was Rafael?

Adjusting the lapels of her sleeping gown, she slid out of the bed, rubbing her eyes. As she stretched, she noticed the door to her room’s gallery was slightly ajar.

With curiosity, she padded over, peeking through the opening. There on the polished wooden floor, Rafael was holding himself up in a plank position, on just one fuc*king hand.

He was dressed in a loose pair of shorts only; beads of sweat were forming on his nake*d back. His body was so solid that Marissa wanted to go out and feel its hardness with her hands.

That reminded her of the last night when he mistook her gesture and kissed her boob above her gown. With a small smile, she stood there quietly, her gaze fixed on him.

She was still trying to believe that he was back. She had never seen him working out so vigorously before he went missing and now, she found herself intrigued.

If it were me, I’d be done in seconds. She thought with a warm smile, already feeling tired by just watching him.

With a soft sigh, she walked away from the door and pressed the intercom to call the maid, "Could you bring me some coffee please?" she whispered and then released the button when the response came.

She turned and slipped into the bathroom, thinking hard about what she needed to do today. There was no question, she would go to the office and that meant she needed to rely on Dean. As always.

When she came out, wrapped in a fresh robe, she found Rafael had switched his position. Now he was balancing his body on the other hand.

Marissa felt this urge to offer him coffee but the way his muscles seemed strained, she didn’t want to disturb him. There was something on his mind. He was fighting with his thoughts.

Just then the maid came in with her coffee on a small tray. _{fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm}

"Thank you," Marissa said softly as she took the cup. Before she could take the sip, the maid looked at her hesitantly.

"Ma’am. I think you need to know something. The butler asked me to inform you,"

With a nod, Marissa placed the cup on the tray, "What is it?" she ran her fingers through her still wet hair.

No office meant no hairdryer.

She again picked up the coffee cup and eyed the maid who was still standing there silently.

She tried to smile when Marissa raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"It’s about Ms. Geena, Ma’am," she said softly, "She stayed here last night."

Marissa’s fingers tightened around the warm cup, "Geena stayed here?"

The question was more to herself, but maid misunderstood it, "Yes, ma’am. She arrived late last night,"

What was going on?

Geena. Valerie. Nina.

Whom should she believe?

She again glanced outside where Rafael was still in that position. Along with her kids, now her husband’s life was also in danger. Something was off.