Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 445

Chapter 445: 445- A*sshole!

"I’ll do the dishes," he announced before taking the dishes to the kitchen.

"You’re rich. Don’t you have servants for doing that?" she asked him a serious question but that made him smile.

"I live alone. There is a cleaning lady who arrives twice or thrice a week. A chef who is only needed to prepare dinner because my breakfast is a donut and a coffee from a café. Lunch is usually skipped."

He told her the details while scooping the plates along with the dishes. She was observing him with wide eyes when his eyes narrowed into thin slits, "Won’t you help me with this?"

He was expecting her to give him that same sweet smile and get on her feet. However, he was in for a surprise when shook her head, "I cooked breakfast so it’s only fair if you do the dishes."

His face had that fake innocence, "I helped you in cutting those vegetables..."

Aniya wiggled her index finger, "I can give you company."

She wished she could tell him how she was enjoying his company. He didn’t look like the CEO of a big corporation.

He was still trying to shame her for not participating in the chore and she was continuously smiling like a fool at the threats he was issuing her.

What if Lisa will meet him? She thought with a big grin when the kitchen towel landed on her ass.

"Ouch!" she pressed her hand there and gave him a mean look.

His face feigned innocence, "At least put the leftovers in the fridge," wearing the apron he turned around and folded his arms on his chest.

He was giving drop-dead model vibes in that half-sleeved t-shirt. He followed his gaze and flexed his muscles, "What! Wanna touch them and confirm if they are real?"

She huffed but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips, "Watch out, George Clooney. Otherwise, I might steal your hoodie next."

Goodness! I need to keep my hands busy.

She went for the leftovers and started transferring them to the small airtight boxes, "I think I need to go directly to the office. There is no time to go to the hostel and change," she muttered more to herself.

Her uniform was in her office locker.

"We can go together," he offered her busily and for some reason, Aniya felt like he was holding his breath. Did he think, she might decline his offer?

Well! He was hell right.

"N-no!" she bobbed her head, "I ..."

"I know we can’t be seen together," he at last turned around to face her, "I understand. B-but..." he was now staring down at his feet, "Can we take an off today?" he suggested, and that boyish grin was back to his face.

"Mr. George Donovan. I’m a new employee and I can’t afford an off this early. So, no... that’s out of the question."

He made a pout and then shrugged, "I like George Clooney better."

Wait what?

She couldn’t wrap her head around why he was saying that. _{freewёbn૦νeɭ.com}