Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 477

Chapter 477: 477- Nobody

Aniya’s

eyes fluttered as she felt a little warmth in her limbs. Her head felt heavy,

"Urgh," she groaned in pain. She heard the rustling of fabric before someone

pressed her wrist.

"Hello,

ma’am," a woman’s gentle voice reached her ears, "Thank God, you’re awake. Mr.

Sinclair just went out for a minute, and it seems you were waiting for him to

leave the room. Haha."

Aniya

turned her face slightly, her vision got blurry. She wanted to tell the woman

to shut up because her voice seemed to be pounding inside her head.

The

woman was dressed in a nurse uniform and had a smile on her face, "Let me call,

Sir. He will be quite happy to see you, getting back your consciousness," she

started moving away before Aniya could ask her anything.

Aniya

closed her eyes with a sigh when the door clicked shut. When she opened her

eyes, her gaze shifted around the unfamiliar room.

This

time I’m sure this isn’t a hospital. That antiseptic scent is missing. Instead,

I can feel the smell of ... umm... what is it? Yes. Fresh linen...

And

maybe flowers too.

She

looked at the glass wall that was revealing the lush green sprawling garden.

This

time I think I’m in heaven.

Before

she could think of anything else, the door opened again. The man who came

inside stole the breath out of her lungs.

Daddy?

Her

body tensed as she recognized his face. Before moving to Sangua, Lisa had showed

her the pics of Sinclair family. At that time, none of it sparked any memories.

But

now?

Gosh!

She

could hear her own voice from the past in her head.

Daddy!

I want to run!

Daddy!

I can’t drink milk. It’s yuck!

And

then that familiar warm voice reached her ears, "Hey, princess. It’s good for

your bones. Don’t you want to be strong?"

Just

like you, daddy? She

had asked him.

"Yes.

Just like me, Princess," He had said with a nod before kissing her head and

lifting her in his arms.

All

the past memories kept rushing back to her.

For

a fleeting second, she wasn’t here in this room, but she had transformed back

into that child who used to throw tantrums at her daddy.

The

man’s deep voice pulled her back to reality, "Thank God you are awake.

Otherwise, the doctor had asked me to take you to the emergency, if you don’t

get consciousness before morning," she could sense the relief in his voice.

He

still had the same aura, the same striking presence that was there so many

years ago.

Time

had barely touched him except those few strands of silver hair near his

temples.

But

there was something else. He didn’t seem to know who she was. Why they all were

acting like that?

Why

couldn’t they recognize her? Mommy kept staring at her in that boutique. And

now daddy was acting like her face didn’t strike a chord from his past.

She

at last parted her lips to speak, "Where am I?"

"You’re

safe," he assured her and took a chair nearby, "let me know if you are feeling

any headache or pain anywhere. I’ve got instruction from my family doctor to

keep a close eye on you."

She

swallowed, trying to calm the emotions rising within her, "How did I get here?"

He

was watching her face carefully, "You were running in the hotel lobby and there

was no one near by. I was there to have breakfast with friends but then I had

to bring you here to my place. I’m sorry but I didn’t have any option."

Aniya

didn’t know how to express her feelings. He carried her again? To bring her

home? Just he used to do when she was little?

Was

she home?

At

last?

"M...

my friends must be getting worried," she looked around, searching for

something. He was on his toes at once.

"What

is it? Do you want something?" he followed her gaze to see if there was

something he could help her with.

"M...my

phone..."

He

curved down his lips with a faint smile, "You weren’t carrying one, miss..." he

trailed off, expecting her to complete it, "By the way, I’m Rafael Sinclair and

I live here with my wife who needed to attend her office meetings in Sangua

office of our company. Now tell me who you are. I can inform your parents if

that’s what bothering you."

He

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I know it’s healthy but why to feed it every time to a patient?