Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414: 414- Who Was He?

Oh, God! No! He shouldn’t come inside.

She didn’t want to be alone with this man. He was not trustworthy.

With this thought, Aniya got up like lightning and dashed to open her door. Alaric was placing his foot on the last step when she came out of her room and forced a smile onto her face.

"I heard you, Dad," she closed the door behind her, "No need to say thanks. I enjoy cooking for you."

Valerie was standing down with her head tilted upwards and she was beaming. For some reason, she seemed unusually cheerful, and Aniya couldn’t help but wonder if this happiness had anything to do with her cooking skills.

Is there something going on, that I don’t know of? She asked herself.

Alaric was struggling to mask the disappointment as surprise flickered across his face, "Uh. Yeah... I... you cooked good food. Thank God, you’re back. He-he," He looked down at Valerie with a chuckle, "Right, honey?"

For Aniya it all didn’t look natural. Her parents never admired her. In childhood, she kept looking for their validation, but they never even said thank you.

She had been cooking for them all her life and even cooked the dishes that tasted better than this pizza. Then why tonight?

What was so different tonight?

There was something fishy going in and she could smell it. But couldn’t place her finger on it.

Alaric was now rubbing his hands on his pants with helpless laughter. Maybe he wasn’t expecting Aniya to play smart and come out of her bedroom.

"Yeah. Right. You can go and rest Aniya," Valerie told her, and to Aniya it didn’t add up. Her mom never gave a damn if she took a rest or not.

"Ok, Mom," Aniya stood there with a tight smile waiting for her father to leave. She couldn’t trust this man. What if he follows her into her room using some other excuse?

"Uh huh... I think I should go down," Alaric laughed again and there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

"Yeah," Aniya nodded, "Thanks for liking it, Dad."

When she saw Alaric turning to leave, she opened her bedroom door to step inside.

She wished there was a proper lock on the door. Her parents never bothered to get those locks fixed.

For a long time, their bedroom door used to stay ajar even when they used to get intimate. Aniya had gotten used to those wild noises, not knowing what used to happen there.

All the movies she had watched, never showed much after kissing, except covering themselves with a blanket and moving in odd positions.

"I’ll ask Lisa next time," she mumbled and went to her bed. However, she couldn’t get a peaceful sleep.

Every sound and every creak of the wood used to wake her up. The bathroom incident had compelled her to raise her guard.

She didn’t want Alaric to visit her in her sleep. Her father couldn’t be trusted anymore.

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"Aniya!" Lisa whispered with her serving tray, "Take this to that table. The customer wants you to serve him,"