Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 506

Chapter 506: 506- Abi Likes Strawberry Flavor

"I always loved him. I’ve been worshipping the ground he walked since childhood," Angela was sitting in the drawing room with Abigail sitting across her.

"I thought that you were some random girl, who was trying to get close to Alex. Didn’t know that you were..." Angela chewed her lower lip, "I’m sorry... I’m here to apologize because if you won’t forgive me then Sinclairs will never let me set foot here."

Oh. So, this is the reason you’re apologizing. And here I thought you were truly ashamed.

"Abigail," Angela came to Abi and sat on the floor near her feet, "Please forgive me. I’m so sorry. Believe me, I am not able to sleep at nights. This guilt that I hurt you so much it’s... it’s killing me, Abigail."

Angela had started crying but now Abi had become sensible. She knew they were nothing but crocodile tears.

May my brother be protected from every witch out there.

She made a silent prayer and then tried to smile, "It’s ok, Angela..." She held her wrists trying to free her feet.

"I’m so sorry," Angela again said between hiccups and Abi wanted to roll her eyes.

No, you are not, bitch!

"It’s OK. I forgive you. But please stop imposing yourself on my brother. Girls need to have some self-respect," she couldn’t stop herself from advising.

Angela’s eyes showed the dislike, but she chose to stay quiet.

"Thank you, Abi. You are the sweetest," Angela got up and kissed Abi’s cheek which she found cringe.

Urgh.

What was the need for this wet kiss? Yuck!

***

As George made his way into his office, he stopped dead in his tracks when he found Ariel sitting on the sofa, relaxed, flipping the pages of a magazine.

She raised her eyes, and a smile spread across her lips, "George," she got up to hug him.

Only Sinclairs had the privilege to skip the waiting area in his absence.

"Ariel," he pulled back after the hug, "What brings you here?"

He motioned her to take a seat before settling in his own revolving chair.

"Why? Can’t I visit you without a reason?" Her light query made him chuckle.

"Of course, you can, dummy. Should I order coffee or something else? Last time you ditched me when I ordered it for you," he leaned back in his seat.

Ariel moved ahead and intertwined her fingers, "I’m here to talk about Abigail."

His facial contours clenched for a moment before he tried relaxing them. Ariel noticed it.

"Are you also planning to dodge my questions, just like Abigail did?" she asked him, and he chuckled at the hidden bite in her voice.

"She tried to dodge Ariel Sinclair?" he smirked, "How did that happen? Now that’s something."

Ariel wanted to say damn you but then she held her tongue.