Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: 467- Four Days!

Anaya felt a sharp, uncomfortable light piercing through her closed eyelids, as if...

As if someone was shining a flashlight directly at her?

Urgh. What’s happening? Who is this?

She wanted to block this light that was giving her a headache. She instinctively tried to move her arm to block it, but it felt heavy.

She wasn’t able to move it as if it was made of rock.

"Uh!" A groan escaped her lips as she tried to move it again, and this time she felt like her body was made of lead. She swiped her tongue over her parched lips.

"W-water..." she muttered faintly, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried opening her eyes and then blinked several times when the vision wasn’t clear.

Everything around her seemed like a blur.

Slowly, things began to come to focus. She was lying in the bed, and a familiar sterile smell was filling her nostrils. _{fɾēewebnσveℓ.com}

Her gaze fell on someone sitting close to her on a chair. Someone familiar.

George?

He was slouched in the chair, asleep, his hand was holding her hand tightly. That was why she couldn’t move it.

"G-George?" she tried to speak, but no sound came out of her mouth.

What is he doing here? Where am I?

Her voice cracked when she tried to speak again, "Geor... George..."

George suddenly jerked awake. His bleary eyes blinked rapidly as he tried to make sure that she was awake.

"Anaya?" he whispered and rubbed his eyes in disbelief, "You’re awake?" a small smile cracked on his lips, "Thank God!" he quickly got up and kissed her forehead, "Did Star Corps make you so tired that you slept so long?"

She felt the dampness in his eyes in his eyes but didn’t say anything instead she chose to divert her attention. However, she did notice his disheveled hair and the rough stubble covering his jaw.

Her mind was still foggy as she scanned the room. It looked like a luxurious hotel suite that she had often watched in movies.

"W-why?" she mumbled, her throat was still dry.

"Hmm?" George leaned closer in confusion.

"Why am I in a hotel suite?" she asked him in a shaky voice.

"Hotel?" George let out a small laugh, shaking his head, "No, silly. You’re in a hospital. It’s the suite of a private hospital."

***

"Ms. Anaya. Welcome back," a doctor stepped closer for her checkup, "How are you feeling?"

Anaya tried to speak but her throat still felt dry, so she just gave a faint nod to her head.

One of the nurses was adjusting the IV line while another one was checking her pulse.

Come on. You can do it! He isn’t yours! He belongs to your sister, Anaya.

I’m sorry, George. Your feelings might be genuine for me, but I can’t do it to my sister. I might be raised by Valerie, but I will never be a home wrecker like her.