Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 505

Chapter 505: 505- Respect

The instant Abigail set foot in Ariel’s room; nervousness enveloped her body like a heavy cloud. Why did she call her here?

Damn you, George. I told you to be careful.

Sue couldn’t even imagine hurting her sister. She was raised by Valerie, but she wanted to prove to them that she wasn’t like her.

Ariel spun around and found her standing there near the door. Her lips curved into a friendly smile, "Oh, wow. You’re here. Sit down," she motioned towards a chair and sat on the edge of her bed.

Abigail took the seat and kept her eyes down, staring at the floor.

"Abigail," Ariel caught the uncertainty in her actions, "Are you ... I mean do you want to tell me anything? Something I should know about?"

Abi attempted to smile and shook her head wildly, "I know why you are asking this, Ariel. I swear, I don’t know what got into him. He was acting so weirdly. I know, Ariel. I’ll talk to him and ask him not to do that again..." she trailed off, not knowing what else to say to convince her sister.

"Not to do what?" Ariel tried to bite back her smile. Her sister was indeed innocent.

"He... he was ... umm... he was too close to me in his office... and I apologize for his indecency, but Ariel I swear..." she was again ready to give a long-ass speech about George and his closeness.

Ariel closed her eyes and resisted the urge to shake he head.

"Abigail..." she tried to cut her speech, but her sister didn’t hear.

Abigail Sinclair continued to speak, "I asked him not to order coffee but still, he did because you like it. Ariel let me tell you, I don’t like coffee that much. Not until it’s reasonably sweet."

"Abigail..." Ariel called her name softly and when this time her sister didn’t hear, then Ariel raised her voice a little bit, "Abigail!" still no response, "ABIGAIL! STOP AND LISTEN!"

After that, there was stunned silence in the room, "Tell me, Abi. You like George?"

"Hmm?" Abi blinked, "What?"

"I asked you a simple question, Abi. Do you like George?"

Abi’s lips parted, but no words came out. She blinked again, looking at Ariel as if the question had caught her completely off guard.

"I ... what?" she stammered.

Ariel didn’t break eye contact and repeated her question, "Do you like him?" this time her tone was softer.

Abigail fidgeted her fingers suddenly feeling trapped, "I... I don’t know what you mean," she muttered, glancing away.

Ariel sighed, leaning forward slightly, "Abi, I’m not here to interrogate you like an investigator. I just need to understand what’s going on, honey," she hesitated a bit before adding, "You are acting like you don’t want anything to do with him but for him, it’s opposite when he is around you. And now, the way you’re reacting__"

"I don’t," Abigail cut in quickly shaking her head, "I mean... I don’t think about him that way."

Abigail swallowed and tried to smile. She placed her hand on her chest giving the impression to Ariel, unintentionally that she was trying to control her hammering heart. _{freeweɓnovēl.coɱ}

Great! My sister is the worst liar I have ever seen.