Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135: 135- My number is...

"Urgh. So, they plan to have romance in my car and send me to deliver this laptop. And to accompany the kids. Smart move, Rafael"

She was still talking to herself when she stepped out of the elevator and rang the bell of the penthouse entrance.

"Who is this?" she heard a man’s voice inside.

Who was with the kids? Rafael never mentioned anyone here.

Oh my God! I hope the kids are safe.

Should I call Marissa?

No. She would panic.

How about hotel security?

"Who the fu*ck is this?" the man was annoyed and raised his voice a little. Sophia realized that it had a hint of sleepiness to it. She was still standing there in confusion when the door opened with a click and a man came out wearing a slick waffle robe with disheveled hair.

He was looking at her through half-closed eyes and Sophia thought she was familiar with the face.

"Umm. I think I have knocked on the wrong door," she showed him the laptop, "I needed to deliver it to Rafael Sinclair. No problem. I’ll ask the reception desk."

She had turned on her heels when he quickly stopped her, "Hey. Did you say, Rafael Sinclair?" He rubbed his eyes with his fists and tried to open her eyes wide.

He even slapped his face a few times.

When he looked at her again his eyes turn into thin slits, "Y...you? Doctor Sophia?"

Sophia frowned, "Oh my God! Joseph?"

It dawned on her, what Rafael tried to do here. She wanted to strangle his neck.

For God’s sake. She was in PJs and didn’t even apply makeup.

"Please come in," he stepped aside and opened the door wider.

She was hesitant at first but now there was warmth in his eyes.

She entered the penthouse and couldn’t help but admire everything about this place. The décor was modern but sleek.

"If you haven’t arrived here yet, Marissa then you are missing so much," She thought to herself. Walking slowly, she went to the glass walls where the curtains were drawn back, offering the panoramic city view of Kanderton.

"It’s breathtaking," she glanced around and then turned to him, "You have great taste."

He shook his head and stood right close to her, "The credit goes to Rafael. I have got my house here it’s on twenty-ninth street. I hope you’ll like it."

Was it a subtle invitation she detected in his tone?

He was now scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. She also felt a little clumsy standing like this. _{fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com}

"Umm. I think... I should meet the kids and say hi. Where are they?" she looked around for the mini army who could wreck the place in minutes.

He chuckled softly, "They are sleeping. Slept late due to the movie night."

Sophia nodded with a nervous grin, "Right... umm. Then I think ... I should go..."

My tummy isn’t flat. Why?

Being a gynecologist how I used to guide everyone to stay on their diet and how I used to refer them to a nutritionist.

She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she realized that he was staring at her.

"Do you dye your hair?" the unexpected question was out of his mouth before he could stop himself. It caught her off guard.

"What?"

"Y-Your hair color. It’s unique,"

"It’s unique because it’s dyed," this time there was amusement in her voice. The corners of his mouth also curled up.

"I’m sorry for being a bad host. Please take a seat and excuse me for a minute. I need to go and change."

"Why? You look fine!" she at last took a seat near the glass wall and folded her legs under her. There was so much ease in this action that he paused for a minute.

"Fine?" he looked down to examine his attire and she pinched the soft cloth of her cotton PJs, "You are looking better than me. At least you are not delivering the laptop like this."

They both cracked up together.

Sophia felt the initial awkwardness melting away as he walked over and took another chair across from her.

He was handsome and thankfully had a good sense of humor.

"So, Dr. Sophia. Tell me who you are. And yes," he got to his feet and went inside. When he returned, he had his phone in his hand, "this time I don’t want you to leave without giving your contact details. Now please..."

He waited for her to say the numbers.

Sophia grinned and sent a silent thanks to Rafael, "Sure. My number is..."