Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 465

Chapter 465: 465- Motionless

George tapped his fingers restlessly against the phone, staring at the screen as the call rang for God knew how many times.

Still, there was no answer.

A frown creased his forehead. Anaya wasn’t picking up and that wasn’t like her.

He exhaled sharply running a hand through his hair. He wanted to pick her up earlier for the date, hoping they could steal some extra time together. Instead of looking forward to the evening, he was growing uneasy.

Should he just drive to her hostel? His grip tightened around his phone at the thought.

Damn. She would never like that! He muttered.

He was supposed to respect her decision regarding secrecy, or he might lose her. He groaned, shaking his head.

Then another thought struck him- what if she was still at the office, with her phone forgotten in her locker?

But why would she be? Like him, she was looking forward to this dinner. She even brought him crisps.

Thinking of it he clenched his jaw as he debated his next move. Calling her again felt pointless. As he started scrolling his phone, his eyes flicked to his contacts.

Paige!

Without hesitating, he tapped her name and pressed the phone to his ear.

***

"So, you mean to say he wanted to invite you for dinner?" one of Paige’s friends asked her excitedly. They had circled her on the carpet as if she were a celebrity.

Paige flipped her hair over her shoulder with a smug smile, "Of course. Why else would he want to take his fiancée to a restaurant for lunch not dinner?" she pointed towards her chest, "I was the reason!"

Another friend gasped, leaning in, "That’s so romantic. He is clearly crazy after you."

"Maybe!" Paige said inspecting her nails, "Men like him don’t just do things without reason."

Before her friends could gush any further, her phone started ringing. She smirked, and flipped the screen towards them, "See? It’s him. Still adamant that I have birthday dinner with him."

"Oh, my God, Paige ... that’s like ... he is totally into you!" One of them squealed, squeezing her eyes.

Paige was so lucky!

Paige stood from the sofa, adjusting her t-shirt with an easygoing smile before walking outside to take the call.

***

Paige leaned against the railing outside, a smug smile still playing on her lips as she received the call, "Mr. Donovan?"

There was a brief pause on the other end. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, but she could detect this certain edge in his voice.

"Hey... Is everything running smoothly at the office and... at the hostel?" he was trying to sound casual.

Paige’s brows lifted.

A powerful man like George Donovan is beating around the bush instead of asking directly about her! How funny!

She decided to play along, "Yes, of course. No complaints so far."

"Good!" George muttered. There was another pause before he cleared his throat, "No one’s been having issues with the job lately?" he inquired softly, "Any resignations ... or complaints?"

Chewing her lower lip, Paige tightened her grip on the phone, "Not that I know of. Are you expecting a problem, Mr. Donovan?"

Why can’t you ask about me? Am I not important to you?

George closed his eyes, his jaw tightening. His grip on the phone firmed as he flinched at the mention of the word maid.