Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 512

Chapter 512: 512- Moans and Groans

"We were on the run, and Dorian Maxwell kept tracking us through our phones. We didn’t have any choice but to discard them," Lisa and Liam were sitting on the couch with Abi in the middle, drinking beer.

Lisa was holding her hand while Liam had his arm around her, "We were so busy running from his men that we couldn’t get enough time to figure out how to contact you. Just a few weeks back, we came across your videos on Insta, reviewing sushi, and the next morning, I don’t know what happened," Lisa shrugged while sipping her beer, "Mr. George Donovan was on our doorstep. He wanted us to accompany him and promised us that he would keep us safe. Liam knew about his background and his company, the Star Corps. We decided to trust him and..." She squeezed Abi’s hand, "We didn’t regret."

Abigail gave her friends a shaky grin and looked at George, who was discussing something with Rafael. He must have felt her gaze because his eyes lifted, locking directly onto hers.

Abigail’s heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, all she wanted to do was race towards him and throw her arms around him.

The warmth and love in his gaze were evident to her and made her chest tighten. It filled her with the urge to kiss him right then and there.

Nah!

Kiss wasn’t enough.

She needed to make love to this man.

He must have understood because he mouthed a silent "later" before looking away. She felt her cheeks blush. Her pregnancy had made her act bolder. Or maybe it was the love of her family and her fiancé who gave her that confidence.

"You tell us," Liam punched her shoulder lightly, "We never knew that you were a lost heiress. And now you are engaged to the heartthrob of Sangua City. How do you feel?"

He pretended that his beer can was his microphone and extended it near her mouth. Abigail chuckled, "Honestly, I feel like I’m dreaming," she chewed her lower lip in disbelief, "I wish Dorian, Valerie, and Alaric die a painful death."

She whispered the last part to her friends.

"The way this Donovan guy looks at you," Lisa secretly gestured towards George with her eyes, "I don’t think he will spare any of them. Maybe they all are already dead."

But Abigail raised her brows in surprise and then laughed, "No... Like my father, my fiancé is the gentlest person in the world. He would never kill even a fly."

Lisa didn’t say anything and shook her head. Her sweet friend had gotten everything, but she was still clueless about so many things.

Lisa could see what George, or her father, could do for this girl. Both the influential men had that certain dark aura surrounding them that was enough to instill fear in anyone.

Even at this distance, they were apparently deep in discussion, but their hawk-like gazes were flicking towards Abagail now and then, as if making sure she was safe.

Lisa sighed and gave Liam that look that said, Did Aniya really not see it?

Abigail tried to suppress her yawn, and George was on his feet to collect her, "It’s time to go to bed, sweetheart."

Abi made a pout and wanted to argue when Lisa shook her head, "We are not going anywhere, Abi or Aniya ... or whoever you are. Now I’m here, I can help you and Ariel with wedding preparations. Just take a break and go to your room. George is right. My niece needs rest," she patted her belly lovingly.