Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 113: Chapter 113
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He reached out and opened the first row of wardrobes - completely empty.
Without speaking, he turned and opened the second row.
I clenched my fists tightly, holding my breath as I waited. Two seconds later came the sound of the wardrobe door closing.
The third row - the last one.
I bit my teeth tightly, staring intently, my heartbeat so fast I could barely breathe.
"Click" - the wardrobe door opened.
I closed my eyes tightly. The air froze, and the surroundings were suffocatingly quiet.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
A full five seconds passed, and I only heard the sound of the wardrobe door closing.
I opened my eyes to see Arnold turning around with a dark expression to look at me.
I was still too nervous to relax, my eyes fixed on the wardrobe.
He hadn't found Rowan and Callum?
Apparently not.
I blinked, confirming there was no one in the room.
So where were Rowan and Callum?
Though shocked inside, I didn't dare show any flaws. I swallowed my fear, stared at Arnold, and said calmly, "Did you find what you were looking for? Want me to help you check under the bed to see if I hid the children in some corner?"
Arnold's handsome face immediately turned cold, clearly disappointed.
"Paisley, where are the children?"
This time I spoke with more confidence than before, "I told you, I don't have children. No children. How many more times do you want me to say it?"
"Then why are you staying in a family suite? Explain that to me clearly."
Not finding the children hadn't dispelled his suspicions.
My staying in a family suite had become the biggest point of doubt.
"The hotel had no vacant rooms. Only this one was available, so I took it. Is there a problem?"
I looked directly into his eyes, speaking with complete calm, meeting his gaze without flinching, showing no trace of lies.
But I was lying. The hotel did have other vacant rooms, just not many.
I knew Arnold had a fifty percent chance of investigating, and I was betting on the other fifty percent of luck.
Sure enough, he made a phone call to personally investigate.
My heartbeat was as violent as riding a roller coaster.
While he was on the phone, I remained calm and secretly glanced toward the window.
This was the tenth floor - Rowan and Callum couldn't possibly escape through the window.
The bathroom door was open and empty inside.
Where on earth were they hiding?
Could they really vanish into thin air?
The call ended, and Arnold looked up at me.
He pressed his lips together in silence.
Had I... luckily passed the test?
I gathered courage to ask, "How was it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
My gaze fixed on his dark eyes, trying to read something from them.
He slowly approached me.
My heart tightened.
Had my lie been discovered?
Seeing his aggressive manner, I instinctively wanted to run.
After just two steps, Arnold suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist with such force that I couldn't break free at all, throwing me onto the soft bed.
My face went pale as I struggled to sit up from the bed, but he leaned down and pressed against me, his voice low and dangerous: "Actually, there's another way to find out more quickly whether you've given birth to children."
His large hand gripped the belt of my bathrobe tightly.
My mind went blank for a moment, then I realized what he intended to do.
This psychopath, pervert, bastard.
I desperately pushed against his chest with both hands: "Arnold, you bastard, let me go!"
I propped myself up trying to escape, but he effortlessly pressed me back onto the bed. "Why are you hiding? Afraid of being discovered and don't dare let me examine you?"
"You... what more do you want me to explain before you'll believe me?"
"Paisley, you're too good at lying. Every time I see you, you're lying. I don't believe a single word you say anymore."
"Get away!"
I kicked and fought against him, but was only pressed down harder, completely outmatched.
He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.
This position made me extremely uneasy, as if I would be completely controlled the next second.
Then his large hand slipped into my bathrobe, gently caressing the skin on my abdomen.
He was searching - searching for traces that I had given birth.
If it had been a C-section, there would definitely be scars on the abdomen.
But he found nothing - because when I gave birth to three children, they were all natural births.
Taking advantage of the gap while he was examining, I forcefully broke free from his restraints and slapped him hard across the face: "Pervert, let me go!"
"Have you examined enough? Do you have the answer you wanted?"
"Giving birth isn't just C-sections - there are natural births too."
He actually wanted to continue examining.
Cold anger flashed in my eyes: "What else do you want to do?"
He sneered: "I heard that women who have given birth are different down there from those who haven't."
At these words, my breathing suddenly stopped, and fury exploded in my eyes: "You dare touch me and see what happens!"
"Mm, let's see."
Without speaking, he turned and opened the second row.
I clenched my fists tightly, holding my breath as I waited. Two seconds later came the sound of the wardrobe door closing.
The third row - the last one.
I bit my teeth tightly, staring intently, my heartbeat so fast I could barely breathe.
"Click" - the wardrobe door opened.
I closed my eyes tightly. The air froze, and the surroundings were suffocatingly quiet.
One second... two seconds... three seconds...
A full five seconds passed, and I only heard the sound of the wardrobe door closing.
I opened my eyes to see Arnold turning around with a dark expression to look at me.
I was still too nervous to relax, my eyes fixed on the wardrobe.
He hadn't found Rowan and Callum?
Apparently not.
I blinked, confirming there was no one in the room.
So where were Rowan and Callum?
Though shocked inside, I didn't dare show any flaws. I swallowed my fear, stared at Arnold, and said calmly, "Did you find what you were looking for? Want me to help you check under the bed to see if I hid the children in some corner?"
Arnold's handsome face immediately turned cold, clearly disappointed.
"Paisley, where are the children?"
This time I spoke with more confidence than before, "I told you, I don't have children. No children. How many more times do you want me to say it?"
"Then why are you staying in a family suite? Explain that to me clearly."
Not finding the children hadn't dispelled his suspicions.
My staying in a family suite had become the biggest point of doubt.
"The hotel had no vacant rooms. Only this one was available, so I took it. Is there a problem?"
I looked directly into his eyes, speaking with complete calm, meeting his gaze without flinching, showing no trace of lies.
But I was lying. The hotel did have other vacant rooms, just not many.
I knew Arnold had a fifty percent chance of investigating, and I was betting on the other fifty percent of luck.
Sure enough, he made a phone call to personally investigate.
My heartbeat was as violent as riding a roller coaster.
While he was on the phone, I remained calm and secretly glanced toward the window.
This was the tenth floor - Rowan and Callum couldn't possibly escape through the window.
The bathroom door was open and empty inside.
Where on earth were they hiding?
Could they really vanish into thin air?
The call ended, and Arnold looked up at me.
He pressed his lips together in silence.
Had I... luckily passed the test?
I gathered courage to ask, "How was it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
My gaze fixed on his dark eyes, trying to read something from them.
He slowly approached me.
My heart tightened.
Had my lie been discovered?
Seeing his aggressive manner, I instinctively wanted to run.
After just two steps, Arnold suddenly wrapped his arm around my waist with such force that I couldn't break free at all, throwing me onto the soft bed.
My face went pale as I struggled to sit up from the bed, but he leaned down and pressed against me, his voice low and dangerous: "Actually, there's another way to find out more quickly whether you've given birth to children."
His large hand gripped the belt of my bathrobe tightly.
My mind went blank for a moment, then I realized what he intended to do.
This psychopath, pervert, bastard.
I desperately pushed against his chest with both hands: "Arnold, you bastard, let me go!"
I propped myself up trying to escape, but he effortlessly pressed me back onto the bed. "Why are you hiding? Afraid of being discovered and don't dare let me examine you?"
"You... what more do you want me to explain before you'll believe me?"
"Paisley, you're too good at lying. Every time I see you, you're lying. I don't believe a single word you say anymore."
"Get away!"
I kicked and fought against him, but was only pressed down harder, completely outmatched.
He grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.
This position made me extremely uneasy, as if I would be completely controlled the next second.
Then his large hand slipped into my bathrobe, gently caressing the skin on my abdomen.
He was searching - searching for traces that I had given birth.
If it had been a C-section, there would definitely be scars on the abdomen.
But he found nothing - because when I gave birth to three children, they were all natural births.
Taking advantage of the gap while he was examining, I forcefully broke free from his restraints and slapped him hard across the face: "Pervert, let me go!"
"Have you examined enough? Do you have the answer you wanted?"
"Giving birth isn't just C-sections - there are natural births too."
He actually wanted to continue examining.
Cold anger flashed in my eyes: "What else do you want to do?"
He sneered: "I heard that women who have given birth are different down there from those who haven't."
At these words, my breathing suddenly stopped, and fury exploded in my eyes: "You dare touch me and see what happens!"
"Mm, let's see."
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