Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 438

Chapter 438: 438- George Clooney

"Excuse me!" She was aware that her face must have turned crimson, "What’re you saying?"

But he was trying his best to bite back his smile, "Why? Am I not a nosy boss who doesn’t know how to stay..." he started snapping his fingers, "What was that?"

"It was nothing!" She tried to protest.

"Limits! Yeah. Who doesn’t know how to stay within his limits... yeah?"

With an embarrassed chuckle, Aniya pushed him aside and kept walking ahead without looking back. He was teasing her as if they were childhood friends.

"Hey!" He had jogged up to her, "my crisps."

She spun around to face him, "Weren’t these for me?" she placed her hand on her hip.

"I thought I was allowed to share," he explained, batting those longest lashes making her chuckle.

"No. You aren’t. I usually don’t share it with anyone," she squeezed her left eye shut. Her hostel building was close by, and she didn’t want anyone to see him with her. He might have sensed it too because he stopped walking abruptly.

"Well!" she offered him the rest of the crisps, "Thanks for this. If you want, you can have the rest of it."

"Are you sure?" he asked after rolling his lips between his teeth and Aniya raised a brow. Not even for a minute he made her feel like she was talking to a hotshot.

"I think I should go now," she shrugged but then her face went into that deep thinking mode.

"What?" he watched her face carefully.

"I think... I know I’m crossing the line here, Mr. Donovan, but the newcomers should get their half salary a little earlier... in case you know... they need anything..." she started waving her hands in the air, "I’m sorry... it was just a suggestion... loud thinking... Sorry for overstepping..."

"N...No. It’s ok," he raised the packet, "Thanks for this."

He saluted and then turned on his heels to jog back to the superstore.

And that was when Aniya realized that he had walked with her for three blocks while his car was parked near the market.

He preferred to walk with her.

With a smile, she swallowed hard and started walking to the building, looking repeatedly over her shoulder.

"George Clooney. You aren’t what I thought you were,"

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Emma and Olivia were back in the evening, chatting like crazy about their trip as they sat in Aniya’s room. Olivia was telling them about a guy who resembled Tom Holland and was super cute.

"Hey, Olive," Emma poked her elbow in Olivia’s ribs, "Doesn’t Anaya look happy?" she asked Olivia and now both girls were eyeing Aniya in suspicion.

"Emma is right!" Olivia brought her face closer to hers, "Is it a guy?"

"Geez. No! Not everything revolves around guys. Sometimes a girl might like a pack of..." Aniya shrugged in exasperation.

"A pack of what?" Emma supplied, "Tampons?"

"Condoms?" Olivia tried to guess, and they both laughed at it.

"No, silly. Crisps!" Aniya winked, and her friends gave her an eye roll.

"Urgh! You’re boring Aniya!" Olivia threw the pillow at her and Aniya caught it expertly with a giggle.

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