Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501: 501- Promise

"You’re a liar. There is no boy in your life, Abigail Sinclair. Am I right?"

Abigail’s fingers tightened around her cup, and her body went rigid.

What is he doing here? Isn’t he supposed to be gone?

She closed her eyes briefly, schooling the expression on her face before turning around.

"What nonsense are you talking about, Georgie?" she asked him with a bright smile, "Of course there is."

George stepped closer, hands in his pockets, his head tilted slightly as he observed her, "Oh? Then where is he? Have Marissa and Rafael met him?"

Trying to control her frantic heartbeat, Abigail rolled her eyes and took a sip of her coffee to buy herself some time, "Because... maybe... It’s none of your business," She said the words softly.

He chuckled, "You’re a terrible liar, little dove."

Abigail felt her chest tightening as a lump formed in her throat. Why was he doing that?

Why couldn’t he leave her alone?

"Believe what you want, George," she said tiredly, "I don’t have to prove anything to you."

George exhaled sharply, maybe his patience was thinning. Before she could respond, he suddenly closed the distance between them.

Taking her cup from her hands, he almost threw it on the bench and pulled her up, "George!" she tried to protest.

Her breath hitched as his fingers cupped her face with an urgency that sent her pulse racing.

"There... there is something so beautiful between us. Why are you denying it, little dove?" his voice was low, full of something that smelled of danger... and darkness!

Abigail’s lips parted as she tried to control the trembling in her hands. She wanted to deny it. She needed to deny it.

But standing so close to this man, with his touch burning into her skin, it was impossible to think straight.

"George..." she whispered, trying to suppress the panic, trying to ignore his warm breath on her face.

What if someone saw them?

She pushed against his chest, her pulse a frantic beat, "Let go... please... someone... someone might..."

But George?

He didn’t move immediately. His gaze flickered over her face, reading every emotion she failed to hide.

And for a moment, she thought... God...she thought he might kiss her.

She was horrified to realize that she wanted that kiss. The sheer desire coursed through her veins.