Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 112: Chapter 112

I was startled as his strong body pressed me against the wall, and a strong smell of alcohol hit me.
Arnold had been drinking.
I frowned tightly and looked up at him. He had taken off his suit jacket and was only wearing a white shirt with several buttons at the collar undone. Compared to his usual formal attire, he looked more casual and relaxed.
He gripped my wrists tightly, easily suppressing my attempts to break free, pressing my hands against the wall.
I was only wearing a bathrobe, still carrying the scent of body wash, with my damp hair loosely draped over my shoulders. Water droplets slid down my fair neck. At this moment, I radiated a dangerous sensuality.
This position was too dangerous for me.
My heart raced as I glared at him angrily, "What are you going crazy about now? Let me go!"
"Paisley, you're really something."
I struggled forcefully twice, but my strength was no match for his.
My wrists were painfully restrained by him, yet I couldn't escape his control.
"What do you want to do? Arnold, get out!"
I glared at him furiously.
"About today's events, don't you have anything to explain to me?"
"Explain my ass, let me go!"
I struggled desperately, directly lifting my leg to kick his most vulnerable spot, but he saw through it and blocked it.
"What are you trying to do? Do you really not want to be with me anymore?"
"Who wants to be with you? I've said it countless times - divorce! Divorce! Divorce!"
I was both angry and annoyed. In my struggles, the bathrobe, which was only held by a belt, came loose, revealing my shoulders.
I wanted to pull it back, but both my hands were pinned down by him, and my face immediately flushed red.
Arnold's gaze was deep and heavily intoxicated, staring at me as if he wanted to devour me completely.
"Fine, we'll discuss that later. You explain to me why you booked a family suite?"
My heart jumped violently. If not for the anger and fear still on my face, I would have definitely shown my guilt.
His gaze moved past me to look at the bedroom door.
Then it returned to me, "I forgot, Paisley. Elodie isn't our child, and that doesn't rule out you having other children."
His voice echoed in my ears, my heartbeat nearly exploding.
Previously, he had firmly believed Elodie was our daughter, with all his attention focused on her.
Until the paternity test results came out, he had eliminated his suspicions about Elodie but never dropped his suspicions about me.
This was really bad.
"I've told you ten thousand times, I don't have any children."
"Even if you say it a million times, you're still lying."
The more I said this, the more suspicious he became.
He stared at me and finally released my hands, but didn't let me go, pulling me to stand at the bedroom door.
"How about we go in right now and see, catch a child red-handed? Paisley, do you dare?"
I pressed my lips tight, my eyelashes trembling slightly, my hands at my sides unconsciously clenching into fists.
Arnold's sharp eyes stared at me intently. If I showed even the slightest sign of guilt, he would be certain I was hiding a child.
But at this moment, I raised my hand, my gaze meeting his without wavering, "Fine, go ahead and look."
My heart had no confidence, but I knew I had to pretend to be calm. After all, having come this far, I could either confess or take a gamble.
If he really found the children, confessing or being discovered would be the same - except the latter still allowed me to gamble.
I forcefully broke free from his grip, "Didn't you say you wanted to go in and look? Go ahead, see if I'm hiding any children."
I seemed full of confidence, but my whole body was trembling. Arnold wasn't fooled by my pretended composure at all and still walked toward the room without hesitation.
I bit my teeth tightly, so nervous that all I could hear was my heartbeat.
The moment he pushed open the door, I felt my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Standing in place with weak legs, my feet seemed rooted to the ground. I was too scared to face the scene of him discovering the children.
Several seconds passed, and the air was terrifyingly quiet.
He had gone in, but there was no commotion.
I took a deep breath, gathered my courage, and walked forward. The scene before me left me half relieved and half nervous.
The room had been tidied exceptionally clean. The originally messy bedding was neatly arranged, and the sofa that had Rowan and Callum's clothes now only had my clothes, with no traces left behind.
I looked toward the wardrobe, and Arnold's gaze was also fixed on it.
The bed was too low to hide anyone under it. The only place to hide was that row of wardrobes.
I was certain the children were hiding in the wardrobe.
Arnold walked straight toward the wardrobe. Tonight he was obviously extremely suspicious and wouldn't let any possibility slip by.
My heart, which had just settled slightly, immediately jumped back to my throat.