Sassy Angel’s Secret Sin

Chapter 48 - What is Daddy’s Excuse Now? (Anj's POV) “Finish your breakfast, girls,” | said after sipping my coffee. They keep glancing at my cellphone beside me, and when they do, Dylan looks at it, too, and Anya secretly gazes at us. After my conversation with Dylan last night, he seemed to treat my girls with extra sugar. Without him knowing, it was only making it difficult for me. | still like him, but not as much as before | had the triplets... No, my change of heart happened when I met the monster in the red Ferrari sportscar.

“Did daddy call already?” Selene asked worriedly, and | could understand her worries because the feeling was mutual.

| had to stay awake almost all night studying and formulating scents for the perfbecause | didn‘t know where to get a daddy, | was confused now because of what Dylan did last night, and | could not stop worrying about them. “Not yet,” | was forced to give my answer when five pairs of eyes stared at me.

“Finish your breakfast,” | said again as | rose to my feet and took my phone, putting it in my bag.

“What if Daddy doesn‘t show up tomorrow,” Anya was not done with her question yet when my daughters gaped atanxiously as if their aunt was asking if tomorrow was the end of the world.

She cleared her throat and smiled atapologetically. “What if he was in a very, veeeerrrrrryyyyy important meeting,” she sighed. “It happens, you know, in school events. Will you get mad at mommy?” “We will never get mad at mommy,” Leyanne glanced at me, but she uttered the words sadly.” What is daddy’s excuse now?” She looked at Anya sipping coffee. “Zombies?” Anya coughed, almost choking at the coffee she was drinking. | chuckled, not at what happened to my cousin, but at the silly idea my daughter cup with. “Where did you get that idea, Leyanne?” | asked while opening Dean Jones’ text message, remindingof an important meeting this afternoon but not exactly tellingwhat it was about.

“The Train to Busan movie,” she answered after drinking her milk. “We watched it with Mrs. Salvador.” My eyebrows raised. “You didn’t tellthat. You know that I don’t like you watching scary movies.” They only grinned at me, showing a smile that always remindedof Sky.

“Mommy,” Lyra Helene called when | returned to my seat. “Teacher Joy said we have to share in class today -" she twitched her lips and blinked her eyes as she thought. “She... We have to -” She turned her head to Leyanne. “We have to tell where we got our looks,” she said, her eyebrows raised at me. Selene puckered her lips as she raised both eyebrows. “Do we look like the mom or the dad? Something like that,” she grinned atagain, causingto chuckle softly.

Dylan sighed, making my girls look at him. “You all got your looks from your mommy,” he said, smiling as he glanced at me.

| pursed my lips, not knowing whether I should smile or not. Anya, sitting across from my girls, propped her elbows on the table, her hand touching her chin as she narrowed her eyes at them.

“Your mom grew up with me, so letsee....” She raised her eyebrows and smiled. “The cutie pointed nose; you got it from her. You have the sround eyes, long lashes | always envied _ “Anya - “I called, cutting her, but she only chuckled.

“It's true!” She rolled her eyes at me. “You have the sheart-shaped face as your mom,” She smiled when my children listened to her attentively, and then she heaved a sigh. “Your Uncle Dylan is right. You all got your looks from your mother.” “Mom?” Lyra Helene seemed not satisfied, pouting her lips as she waited forto say something about what they got from their father. Although we didn’t spend much ttogether, | always see him in them. | didn‘t need to look at my children to know what they got from Sky.

“You have the ssmile as your dad's,” | sighed but forced a smile. “When you knit your eyebrows,” | laughed when they did. “You're almost like him.” | narrowed my eyes at them, pretending to study their faces, then | heaved another deep sigh, standing up.

“Aw! Tell us more,” Leyanne whimpered.

“Tell your classmates you have your father’s eye color,” | kissed her forehead.

Lyra Helene gasped, cupping Leyanne’s face and gaping at her as she compared her eyes to Selene. | kissed the top of Lyra Helene’'s head. “You may be triplets, but your nose is almost like dad's, not mine.” “And me? What did | get from Dad?” Selene gaped as she asked. “Your bossy attitude.” | kissed her cheek. “So, what happened to you not remembering him?” Dylan asked despite my children’s presence.

| glared at him, wishing to scream at him that he could mockall he wanted as long as my children were not around.

Anya, feeling the tension between us, rose to her feet. “If you're done, cwith me, and I'll give you a bath.” The two girls climbed the chair while Selene finished the remaining milk in her glass before following them.

Dylan followedwhen | walked to the kitchen to place the plates and glasses in the sink.

“I'm sorry,” he said, standing behind me. He was too close that | could feel his body at my back. “I'm just surprised to hear that from you when you always tell us you don‘t remember him and don‘t know him.” “They‘re my children, and | could tell which one they got from me,” | said, almost not breathing when | felt the bulge from his pants. “Move away from me, please,” | whispered.

“Why?” He moved his head closer to my ear. “Am | making you uncomfortable? “Yes,” | answered, turning around to face him. | opened my mouth to tell him to stay away from me, but no words cout when | saw his eyes full of desires.

Dylan placed his hands on the sink, holdingcaptive in his arms. “I really wanted to kiss you, Anj,” He whispered, lowering his head to kiss me,