Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 367

Chapter 367: 367- Which Hotel

"No need to give him food," Nina told her butler quite strictly, "I’m sure he is strong enough to survive."

"But ma’am. He might die!" he tried to convince Nina. She was paying him handsomely, but his heart was going out to the kid.

He was too small and too innocent.

"Don’t worry!" Nina smirked, "he is my son, and I have to make sure that I raise him right."

They were interrupted by the maid, "Ma’am. There is someone who wants to see you."

Nina gritted her teeth. Why couldn’t her staff learn to ask the name of the guest?

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Nina stepped into the drawing room and went still, "You?"

Gabriel got up from the sofa when saw her coming inside.

"Yeah," he tried to smile but it faltered, "now we share something in common, Nina."

Nina frowned, not understanding what he meant. He walked to the painting where a horse was lying on a grassy land.

"Miles painted it," Nina stood behind him and watched the portrait carefully. Gabriel seemed stiff like a rod. She wanted to hold him from behind and lean her cheek on his back.

I wish you were sincere with me, then none of this had happened. She thought with sadness.

Gabriel folded his arms on his chest and kept standing there like he was there for the painting. Nina felt good about his presence there.

He never dared to enter this place when Shane was alive.

A servant came inside and placed the tray down on the center table that was loaded with snacks.

"The horse in this picture," Gabriel whispered still not looking at Nina.

"Yeah," Nina didn’t know much about paintings, "I... I think it’s sleeping."

Gabriel started shaking his head, "No, it isn’t," he said softly, "It’s dead."

He wanted to ask Nina about Sheila, about how she was coping with her sadness but didn’t. She must already be in trouble and now he didn’t want to bring more problems to her.

Something was clicking in his heart, telling him it was his doing. Somewhere he provoked Nina when he told her about Shane’s private life.

Nina might have a hand in this.

And maybe ...

Then maybe his wife would be alive. His Naila would be alive.

"Are you alright, Gabriel?" Nina rounded him to look at his face, shocked when she found wetness there.

"Y-you are crying?" she asked him, and he wiped his face with a chuckle.

Nina held his arm and offered him a sympathetic smile, "I’m sorry for Naila, Gabriel,"