Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 507

Chapter 507: 507- Vulnerable Side Of George Donovan

Poor Abigail didn’t know what had gotten into Ariel. Tonight was nothing special, still, she arranged the dinner on the lawn with all those fairy lights and stunning decorations.

Not only that but she also invited George without informing anyone. Nobody seemed to mind it except Abi because he was already part of the Sinclair family.

The servers placed the roasted lamb in the center of the table while salads and rice were arranged around it.

"Today I asked our chef to cook authentic Kabuli pulao. George had it when he went to Afghanistan a long time back," Ariel was telling this to Angela who was popping raisins into her mouth.

Abigail looked down at her maroon-colored prairie dress that now looked plain and dull. Ariel looked beautiful in a white dress and was shining while whispering something in George’s ear.

He threw back his head and laughed hard. He even held Ariel by her waist and then whispered back, his mouth close to her face.

Abigail wished she could erase them both from existence. How could they laugh together and enjoy themselves when she was a mess here?

The good thing was, she was not the only one uncomfortable with it.

Alex sitting beside her, cleared his throat loudly, "Uh. Can we eat or are we supposed to watch this...whatever this is..." he muttered, stabbing his fork into his salad with a slight grimace.

Rafael who had just taken his seat, exchanged a confused glance with Marissa, "Is there something we’re missing?" He asked, looking between Ariel and George.

When Ariel didn’t give them any response and kept smiling to herself, Marissa furrowed her brows, still holding the serving spoon, "Ariel, sweetheart. When did George become your dinner date?"

Ariel reached for her glass of wine with a graceful tilt of her head, "George and I have always been close. Strange that none of you noticed it," she said with a shrug, "Haven’t we, George?"

George draped his arm casually over the back of Ariel’s chair and gave her a nod with a smirk, "Yeah. Very close," he leaned into her and kissed her cheek.

Abigail heard Alex groaning. Her grip on her napkin tightened as she tried to focus on her food.

Just a day before yesterday George was telling her how he felt about her. And now he was pretending like he didn’t even know her.

She picked up the dish of Kabuli pulao and offered it to Ariel, "Here, have some. You said you wanted to try it when we__"

Ariel glanced away before Abigail could finish, focusing on George instead, "So, tell me. Should I ask my chef to cook Persian food next time?"

George hummed, not even looking at Abi, "How about I taste something else? Ha-ha..." He chuckled and Ariel laughed along.

Abigail’s ears turned red on this double-meaning conversation. The image of his head between her legs flashed in her mind.

Was he doing the same to her sister? How disgusting!

No, she was not the only one who was confused about it.

Marissa’s fork was paused halfway to her mouth, and now Rafael was watching them, looking even more puzzled.

He had a fair share of fun in his young days but watching his daughter doing the same was something entirely different and ... unsettling.

Alex leaned closer to Abi, whispering under his breath, "Okay. This is officially the most cringe thing I’ve ever seen and heard." _{ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm}

Abigail clenched her jaw but didn’t utter a word.

Meanwhile, Ariel let out another soft laugh as George tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. They weren’t even realizing that the rest of them had stopped eating.

Only Marissa was observing George’s face with suspicion.

"Ariel," she cleared her throat because she didn’t want to sound like a conservative parent, "Ariel... Are you two—"

"Mom!" Ariel protested, "Don’t overthink it," she cut in smoothly, "It’s just a dinner."

Alex made a face and offered Abigail the salad tray, "Yeah. Just a dinner," he rolled his eyes.

Abigail barely touched her food. She felt like puking but didn’t want to give the impression that she was jealous of them.

She got still for a minute.

Was she jealous? But why?

Didn’t she want them to be together?

She coughed lightly before dragging back her chair, "I... I think... I should go..."

"Hey!" Alex called out to her, "Where are you going? You haven’t even finished your plate."

Marissa and Rafael were on high alert.

"Princess. You haven’t eaten your dinner," Rafael picked up his phone from the table, "Should I order a cheeseburger for you?"

"No... I don’t feel hungry, Daddy," she tried to smile and turned quickly to hide her misty eyes but then she stopped short when George called her name.

"Abigail! Do Rafael and Marissa know about your boyfriend?"

Abigail thought she heard him wrong. Her fingers curled into fists before she spun around to face him.

"What did you say?" she seethed in anger. How dare he!