Triplets Attack: Game Over Daddy novel Chapter 97

Triplets’ Attack: Game Over Daddy Chapter 97

Chapter 97 Addicted To Kissing

Elizabeth could feel Matthew’s warmth. On a cold night, a warm hug would make a person’s heart warm.

She didn’t push him away and simply let him place his arm around her as he carried her daughter out of the room.

A passerby would think they were a family.

The chauffeur had already received Matthew’s message before they arrived on the ground floor. The car was parked in front of the hospital entrance as they walked out of the building.

When he saw them, he got off the car and opened the doors for them.

Matthew carried the girl into the car while Elizabeth entered the vehicle from another side.

She then thanked the chauffeur, “Thanks for your hard work.”

After all, the temperature had gone down to negative degrees Celsius, and yet he still waited

for them.

The chauffeur smiled. “It’s nothing, Ms. Wade. I’m Mr. Hilton’s chauffeur, after all. It’s part of my job.”

She gave him a smile before entering the car.

When she saw how soundly asleep Abby was in Matthew’s embrace, it made her think they looked like a father and his daughter. One day, I’ll find that ring and track down that man. As much as I hate him, the child still belongs to him. It’ll be nice if the kids can interact with their

father from time to time.

It was the first time Matthew hugged a child. When he stared at the girl’s cute face, he suddenly understood Elizabeth. Is this why she was so panicked that she didn’t know what to do when she heard her daughter was sick?

When they arrived home, it was already three in the morning. He gently placed Abby on Elizabeth’s bed. That way, Elizabeth would be able to keep track of her daughter’s condition.

When Elizabeth saw him putting her daughter down, she raised her tired hand and pressed her eyebrows.

She glanced at the clock. It’s already five past three. It’s really late.

Thus, she grabbed his hand. “How about you stay here for the night, Mr. Hilton? I can put at

quilt on the floor.”

It was then she realized what she had just said. Why did I say that? There’s no way Mr.

Hilton’s going to sleep on the floor!