Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 77 - Slipping (Anj‘s POV) “Wife?” Dylan glowered at Sky.

Selene giggled, brushing the strands of hair loosened from the ponytail | did. “You looked funny, Uncle Dylan,” she said and ran to her father. “Daddy, my hair,” “Let's talk about this later, Dylan. Not in front of my kids, please,” | glanced at Sky, squatting to fix Selene’s hair.

I wish | could hear what he was telling her because she was nodding; her face glowed like a full moon in the excitement of what she was hearing.

| was beginning to becjealous because this had never happened before. Whenever there was a problem, it was always Mommy, not Daddy. Sighing, | walked past Dylan, plastered a big smile at Mrs. Antonetta, whom | would only see now, and opened my arms to her. “There's the traitor!” She squinted her eyes and pouted at me.

“A traitor?” | laughed, pushing the brim of my eyeglasses as | embraced her. “Happy birthday!” | said, kissing her on the cheek.

Like any grandmother, my presence, whom she treated as her granddaughter, already brought her to tears.

“I missed you, child!” She sniffed and peeked at my shoulder. “Where are the little walking brains?” | almost guffawed at her word. | turned to my back and gestured my hand to ccloser to me. They all draw themselves together at Sky, wrapping their tiny arms around him as if it was dangerous to cforward. He had to lower his head, whispered, probably, promises in their ears, and they started stepping forward.

Mrs. Antonetta, the residents, and staff who saw the triplets for the first tgasped, looking at them with awe.

“My, My! Look at you. | wondered if Mommy got a piece of her big brain in you,” She chuckled, opening her arms to them. “Good Lord, she must have prayed too much that heaven blessed her with three.” Everyone laughed, but | could only smile at what she said. She looked up and narrowed her eyes at Sky. “And you, young man, chere. So, you're the one who stole our Angela away.” He shrugged. “I guess | am.” Always the best actor, he smiled and walked to her to embrace and kiss the celebrant.

“I hope she’s not talking weird in bed,” Mrs. Antonetta whispered at him. “That traitor is a genius. | hope she’s not talking numbers while having -” “Woah!“I cut in. “Too many ears to cover, Mrs. Antonetta.” | laughed. “I only have two hands. Even if daddy joined me, we still have one pair to cover.” “Dinner,” She raised her eyebrows at me. “While having dinner, Angela.” h 1 Song Sky pressed his lips, wanting to laugh but his eyes were half closed as he chose to smile at the older lady.

“How young are you, Mrs. Antonetta?” Sky asked, hoping to change the topic.

“Still young to reach the seventh heaven,” She joined Sky laughing. “All | know is | have no plan of dying yet.” “Excuse me,” Anya gripped my upper arm, her lips showing an apologetic smile before snatchingaway from Sky and my children. | followed her to the corner, pretending to arrange the food on the table. “What is Sky doing here? What happened to will-not-see-each-other-anymore?” She uttered in a hushed tone, although no one could really hear us. Hopefully. “And why are you leaving again?” | took a deep breath, glancing at Sky, still busy talking with Mrs. Antonetta, before turning my head on her.

“Sky's looking for Angela.” | shook my head. “I mean, he’s looking for me, and God knew what that man could do when he found out | kept my kids from him.” She nodded, her eyes pinned on Sky. “I guess he knew.” “I'm not sure, but whether he knew about it or not, I'm leaving with my kids. | won't let him take my children away from me,” | said, taking another breath.

She shook her head. “I think he won't do that. Just look at how he adores his children. And you,” she pointed out, “I don't think so. He just threatenedthis morning in the shower-“| pursed my lips then hissed, hating myself for slipping. She lifted an eyebrow and tilted her head to look at me. “Shower? Hmm... A billionaire with probably a big house, but you talked in the shower. Fully clothed, | hope.” | ignored her, holding the wooden spoon and mixing the vegetable salad in the bowl again. “Don’t lie to me, Angela. What happened last night? How many times?” She cast a sharp look atand took the wooden spoon. “And stop playing with the vegetable salad.

They're dizzy already.” “Four times,” | inhaled, filling my lungs with air, It was four amazing moments with Sky before | fell into a deep sleep. | would never stay on the couch again because whenever | see one, | could see myself screaming in pleasure, calling his name, listening to Sky say my nlike music as we ctogether.

“Whew!” Anya breathed out, fanning herself with her hand. “I need to call a fireman. You're flushing.” “I'm doomed!” | said, breathing out.

“Just tell him,” She suggested as if it was an easy matter. | smiled nervously when Sky glanced my way. “I can't, Anya. | promised him no one would know about us, and | can’t get involved with anyone.” “Not even with Dylan? Geez, Angela, that guy has been waiting for you,” she said while unconsciously mixing the salad.

Taninot to answer when we saw Dylan walking our way No, what do you intend to do with salad?” he asked, taking the wate r traje Anya He turned to me. “What is Sky doing here, Anj? | don’t remember Mis TEA creuiting him here.” “It's not me, okay?” | snarled at him. “Selene asked him, and he’s free 200°ISOTE. talking It was only givingaway, showing | was too nervous. He held my hand. “I get it. Don’t be too uptight about it.” | heaved a deep sigh. “I'm sorry.” | swallowed hard when Sky glanced my taa s forehead furrowed, seeing Dylan beside me.

“Are we still up for the amusement park and dinner?” He asked, his eyes and voice d | smiled. “Of course, Dylan. The kids are looking forward to it. They‘ve told Stran it already.” Finn?” He raised his eyebrows.

Long story,” | smiled apologetically. “We‘re up to that amusement parts and about the dinner, too.” Me, too, Anj. | can't wait to be alone with you,” he said, but his eyes were m the man walking in our direction.

“And | hope no Sky will appear to run