Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 483

Chapter 483: 483- Nineteen? Die?

At dinner time, Angela found herself in an awkward position. In Sinclair’s family get-togethers, it was always understood that she would sit beside Alexander Sinclair.

But tonight, it got awkward for her when Rafael Sinclair offered that girl to sit anywhere she wanted. As expected, Anaya girl chose to sit on the chair where Angela wanted to be.

Right next to Alexander.

Angela curled her fingers into fists and marched to another chair. In all honesty, she couldn’t understand the fuss.

The girl might look innocent, but she was so underconfident and Angela felt she might cry any minute.

"Huh. Fake innocence! My foot," she grunted in annoyance, being careful as she didn’t want anyone to witness her complaining side.

It was evident that the girl, whose name was Anaya Fu*cker, was forcing a smile to her lips. Her hand was cold when Angela tried shaking it for the sake of Alex’s parents, before the dinner started.

Being sweet souls, Ariel and Alex didn’t object when Anaya chose to sit on that chair. Alex even placed the water pitcher close to her and asked her something. Angela wanted to smack the girl’s face when she replied to Alex with a shy smile.

She gave Anaya a mean look and then started eating her food. In the past, she often tried to stay close to Alex so that she could do naughty things under the table.

The way she used to brush her foot against his jean-clad legs when she thought no one was watching, waiting for him to react but he never did.

She was crazy after him since childhood but he never, ever looked at her in that way. It was as if, in his eyes, she was nothing more than an old friend of his sister. Someone familiar yet not so important.

Almost invisible to him.

And now he was attending to the girl like...

Like she was superior to Angela.

Look at her. Anyone can see that she doesn’t have a shred of class.

***

"Kebabs?" Alex offered Anaya a dish piled up with barbecued kebabs and Anaya shook her head with a faint smile. She didn’t feel like eating. This was an emotional moment for her as she was spending this time with her family after what seemed like ages.

Marissa and Rafael went out of the way to arrange the dinner in the garden. This part was adorned with a warm string of lights that cast a soft glow around the table.

Everyone present there could smell the freshly grilled food that was being carried to the table by the uniformed waiters.

Cushioned chairs were placed around the table, and a floral centerpiece added elegance to the overall arrangement.

Angela felt like the couple had gone to great lengths just because this weirdo girl had somehow ended up there by accident.

This girl might be faking this innocent expression on her face, but Angela wasn’t a fool. Everyone knew who Sinclairs were.

Alexander Sinclair was the most eligible bachelor in town and Angela’s eyes had always been on the prize.

"Stop staring at my brother," Angela blinked when heard Ariel’s low tone, "It’s too obvious!" there was amusement in her voice.

Angela tried to smile but it faltered halfway, "Nah. Don’t be ridiculous," she scoffed with the wave of her hand, "I was just admiring the arrangement. The way Mrs. Sinclair made the effort," She then leaned slightly, peeking past Ariel to glance at Mrs. Sinclair, who was sitting on the other side of Ariel.

"Mrs. Sinclair. I am loving it. How did you manage to hang those lanterns from those trees? Not everyone knows... that before being a CEO you were a successful entrepreneur," she tried to force some cheerfulness into her voice.

Angela wanted to show Anaya girl that she was welcomed more than her and was almost like a family member to them.

However, she had to snap back to reality when she heard Alex talking to that girl again. What was the matter with Alex? Why was he giving so much importance to this girl?

Who was she?

And more importantly, what had she done to earn Alex’s attention so effortlessly?

***

"Your plate is almost empty," Alex told Aniya softly and it warmed Aniya’s heart.

You’re still such a caring soul, Alex. She thought silently. Tonight, it seemed like she needed to try her best to keep herself from crying.

Her brother had grown into a handsome and caring gentleman just like their dad. She looked around and saw everyone chatting in a light mood.

"Anaya! Chicken?" Marissa passed her a tray and Anaya couldn’t say no. She never liked Barbecue chicken and Spinach.

Pasta had always been her favorite with simple stir-fried veggies.

Anaya swallowed hard and tried to smile. Oh damn.

Weird.

What’s her issue? Did I steal her cow?