Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 500

Chapter 500: 500- Liar

George was visiting Sinclair House daily, and Abigail was trying to avoid him. Either she kept herself busy in her room or went out with Alex along with his friends.

"This evening, George took me for ice cream," Ariel told her while applying hand cream on her palm, "I missed you."

Abigail gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

She wanted to give them privacy and, in all honesty, she had started enjoying Alex’s friends’ company more.

She raised her face and found Ariel looking at her face carefully, "What..." Abi asked her in confusion, thinking there was something wrong with her face.

"You should visit a salon, darling. Your facial skin is getting rough," Abigail nodded, willing to learn more from her sister.

In the past few days, she had realized that Ariel was nothing like Valerie. Only their faces resembled each other, but they were entirely different.

Still, she couldn’t trust her. Valerie also showed her good side and made her a fool. She didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.

"George was asking about you. Can you accompany us tomorrow? We three can have dinner at some nice restaurant."

Abigail didn’t want to meet George at all. But it was inevitable if he was going to be her brother-in-law.

She couldn’t avoid him forever.

She looked up and found Arial already watching her, waiting for an answer, "Sure. I’ll try my best if I’m not busy."

"Busy?" she made a pout, "Doing exactly what?"

Abigail couldn’t answer. However, the next morning, Rafael asked her during breakfast to come to his study after dinner, "The lawyers will be here to get some documents signed," he informed Abigail.

She took a sigh of relief.

But for how long are you planning to run away? She asked herself.

***

"You three were planning to go for dinner? I didn’t know that," Rafael frowned while shaking George’s hand. He turned to Abigail, who was sitting at some distance, apparently too busy watching TV, "Abi. I can ask my lawyers to come some other day."

Abigail was trying to watch the stock market news with extreme interest. She was also cursing Ariel who switched on this channel and walked away to get a drink for George.

She kept her eyes glued to the screen, pretending not to notice George’s eyes on her. Nah. She wasn’t about to turn and face him.

"No need, Daddy," she replied with an over-bright smile, "George and Ariel can enjoy dinner together. I can stay back for the documentation."

Her father gave her a long, unreadable stare. Abigail’s fingers curled around the armrest, her forced smile started faltering under his gaze.

Then suddenly George’s deep voice reached her ears, "It’s okay, Rafael. We can go for dinner some other time."

Abigail’s head snapped towards him, and her pulse stuttered.

Urgh. Who asked you to watch this program, bitch?