Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 102

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Almost everyone had left for home and here Marissa was talking to a crying Mala. 

“You need to get a grip, sweet girl. This job is yours. Stop fretting about it,” Mala nodded and wiped her nose. 

She was still shaken from the announcement, Rafael Sinclair made earlier. 

After lots of counseling from Dean and Marissa, she felt enough strength to manage herself to go home. After sending her, Marissa started packing her things. She placed her laptop in the desk drawer and locked it. 

While aligning her files on the desk, she felt Dean’s eyes on her. 

“Am I looking beautiful?” she fluttered her eyes making him chuckle. 

“You are funny. You are sensible and you care for others…” Marissa seemed. shocked by all that praise coming from him, “And yet…” he trailed off thinking hard. 

“And yet?” she asked him lightly. 

“And yet I don’t know enough about you. Who are you, Marissa Aaron?” the way Rafael Sinclair was treating her, if it was some other woman she would have been taking advantage of her position. 

Instead, Marissa was trying to make it easy for everyone. When his intercom rang, Dean furrowed his brows, “Is Mr. Sinclair still in there?” 

He thought, picking up the receiver. 

“Ask Marissa. Why is her phone not responding?” Rafael barked on the phone. 

Dean pushed the receiver away from his ear and raised his face to look at the woman who was checking something in her purse. Inhaling lots of Oxygen, he asked her, “Marissa. Where is your phone? Mr. Sinclair is asking.” 

“It’s dead. Rest in peace!” she made a pout and waved her hand, “Bye Dean.” “Ask her to stop,” Rafael ordered Dean on the phone, and then the door to his 

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office opened with a thud, “Marissa. Come with me! 

Marissa who had almost crossed the hallway passed a bewildered gaze to Dean. 

“Th…thank you, Mr. Sinclair. The office car is ready, and the chauffeur might be waiting for me.” 

“Come along. I’m also using the office car,” He teased her, “take me as your chauffeur, but Marissa was too conscious of Dean’s presence. 

“That’s good. Go ahead. I’ll go in my car. Like… my official car and the official chauffeur…” with wide eyes, she got into the elevator ignoring the existence. of the President. 

Dean felt like he wasn’t standing in the office but in a drawing room or rather a bedroom to be specific. He had seen Mr. Sinclair’s friendly side when he used to be with Mr. Joseph. But with Marissa? It was something else. 

While talking to her not only his lips but his eyes also smiled a lot. It didn’t seem something casual. 

A man never stays with a woman solely for lust if his kids are involved. Yet, he will definitely stay with her as a sense of responsibility. 

But the face of his boss didn’t belong to someone who was just fulfilling his responsibility to his children’s mother. 

Dean wished he could shake some sense into his boss. 

Someone from the Sangua city office told him that he was rarely seen with his wife and often attended events without her. 

They didn’t have any baby and three years back that poor woman had a miscarriage. Marissa might be a good woman, but she didn’t have any right to Mr. Sinclair. 

And if Mr. Sinclair wasn’t interested in his wife, then instead of staying unfaithful to her, he should maybe divorce her. 

For him, being unfaithful was a red flag. 

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He had respect for this man before he arrived in Kanderton but now he didn’t want to work there anymore. 

It was impossible that Marissa didn’t know about his marital status. Nowadays, everything is easily available on social media. 

Dean thought to talk to Marissa. She seemed like a sensible woman and would surely understand his point. 

A woman like her shouldn’t be a home wrecker. 

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She came out of the office building to search for the car, it was nowhere in sight. Where was it? She didn’t want to go back inside the building as she didn’t want to bump into Rafael. 

So instead of waiting for the car to arrive, she started strolling on the sidewalk. 

She was not a fool and could see questions in Dean’s eyes. What must he be thinking? 

She couldn’t blame Rafael because he was not only ready to accept the relationship but also wanted to tell the world about them. 

Being so engrossed in her life problems didn’t let her hear the honking horn behind her. Tilting her head, she looked sideways only to find Rafael’s car moving slowly along with her. 

The passenger window rolled down and he yelled from it, “Hop in!” 

Looking around, she got inside the car, “I could have managed my ride very well,” she placed her purse on her lap and started fiddling with its strap. “The speed with which you were walking, it may take days to reach home. Now tell me. What’s on your mind?” With a frown, she watched him in surprise when a smile etched on his lips, “What? I can read the face of my woman. Now tell me what was on your mind?” 

Did he just call me… My woman? 

Marissa cleared her throat keeping her eyes on the road ahead, “I think Dean 

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is… not comfortable around us… I mean around me,” she started blabbering about how it was not ok to show friendship in public or at the workplace. 

Strange! Rafael didn’t answer her and stayed quiet for a few moments. 

Though she had an idea of what he must be thinking. 

“When we reach home, can you give me the property file your landlord sent you?” This was not the answer to her question, but she didn’t fret about it. 

“Sure,” 

Now why did he want that property file? 

“Can we have fish and chips tomorrow for dinner, Daddy?” Abigail asked him when he was feeding her small bites of cheesy pasta. 

“Yes, daddy. I would also love to have it tomorrow,” Ariel agreed to her sister and then turned to Marissa, “Can we, Mommy?” 

Before Marissa could answer, Rafael spoke, “Yes. That can be arranged. But tomorrow we won’t be able to join you for dinner,” Along with Marissa his daughters also gave him a speculative look. 

“Tomorrow, I’m taking your mom for dinner,” he gave a meaningful glance to Marissa who remembered what they decided when she parted his office after Mala’s episode. 

As always, Alexander didn’t express any choice for the food he wanted to 

eat. 

“Young man. Any preference for tomorrow’s dinner?” Rafael tried to be friendly to his son, “No,” he shrugged casually, “I can tell Mom if I need anything.” 

Thankfully Marissa had just walked to the kitchen otherwise she would have given him a lecture on manners and etiquette. 

After the dinner when Rafael was helping Marissa in clearing the table, Alex stopped him, “Just for your information, instead of taking her tomorrow, take her the day after tomorrow.” 

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When Rafael looked at him questioningly, he left his chair and picked up his plate, “It’s mom’s birthday. Moreover,” he paused for a moment, “Uncle