Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 473

Chapter 473: 473- Crying

Walking lazily, Aniya reached Mrs. Eileen’s office, where George was waiting for her. This was too soon. She wasn’t prepared for it.

She was supposed to prepare a speech before meeting him, but this visit was unexpected. What would she tell him?

You love my sister, and I can’t wreck her home, so go back to her?

He would try to convince her. Like all the other men in her life, he would tell her all the sob stories about how he didn’t love his fiancée and wanted Anaya in his life. How could he think of leaving his soon-to-be wife for her?

She somehow remembered how Valerie had tried breaking her parents’ home. Whenever Valerie and Alaric used to discuss the past, Aniya could never realize that the topic of their discussion used to be her parents.

But now she knew.

She could be anything but not a home wrecker, and she needed to come up with a solid excuse.

"Go inside, dear," she jumped when heard Mrs. Eileen’s voice behind her, "he’s waiting for you."

Aniya’s lips quivered as she tried to smile, "Mrs. Eileen. You can accompany me inside."

"No, dear," Mrs. Eileen gave her a serious look, "I’ll be back when Mr. Donovan calls me. You should not make him wait as he came straight from the airport and must be tired."

What? He came straight from the airport?

Chewing her lower lip, she took a long breath and then twisted the handle of the door. When she stepped inside, his broad back was facing her. He was studying a painting hanging on the wall.

When he felt her presence, his body went rigid before he slowly turned around to face her, "Hello, Anaya," he greeted her softly, and the first thing Aniya noticed was exhaustion on his face. But the way his face seemed to lit up when he saw her...

It felt like her presence had freshened up his mood.

"H...hello..." she tried to curve her lips into a smile but failed miserably.

His white shirt was crumbled, and his sleeves were folded up. The top buttons of the shirt were undone, and his hair...

He must have run his fingers several times, yet it still looked tousled.

With his hands placed inside his pants pockets, he was watching her face closely, "So... You resigned?"

Aniya didn’t know if he was asking her or just commenting. Still, she nodded her head, "Yes, I did."

"I don’t have any right to stop you, but... but ... why are you leaving, Anaya? Did I do something wrong?"

No, silly! You’re the best thing, ever happened to me, and I will always cherish the moments we spent together.

She couldn’t say that.

"Anaya!" he suddenly closed the distance between them, "Little dove. Tell me," He pulled her roughly into his arms, "Tell me what happened. Don’t leave me..."

Aniya wasn’t prepared for this. His scent was taking away her senses. His strong arms were pulling her more into him, trying to squeeze her frail figure into his strong body.