Left at the Altar with His Triplets: The Billionaire Begs for Forgiveness - Chapter 22: Chapter 22

I was currently kneeling on both knees, in an extremely awkward and strange position lying by the bed, with my hand stretched under the bed, tightly protecting something.
Realizing I was still in this position, I quickly stood up and forced a smile: "My phone fell, I was picking up my phone."
Arnold stood there, quietly staring at me, his eyes like they wanted to see through me. He said coldly: "Picking up a phone requires your whole body lying on the ground? Were you planning to sniff it out with your nose?"
"I..." My mind went blank as I struggled to find an excuse. "Wasn't the power out? I couldn't see, so I could only feel around with my hands..."
His gaze narrowed, making my heart crawl with unease. My fingers twisted together, completely unsure how much he believed.
After a few seconds, he suddenly asked: "Did you find it?"
I nodded repeatedly: "Mm, I found it."
As soon as I finished speaking, the room lights suddenly clicked on, instantly brightening the space.
I looked at my phone actually lying on the side on the floor, my heart sinking.
Arnold glanced down and raised an eyebrow: "This is what you call finding it?"
I could only smile apologetically as I bent down to pick up the phone, acting as if nothing had happened. But behind me, under the bed, the three little ones had already curled up together, carefully covering their mouths, not even daring to breathe loudly.
Arnold was still looking at me, as if he knew I was acting strangely but couldn't find evidence. His gaze swept around the room, finding nothing unusual before withdrawing his gaze, his tone ice-cold and chilling: "I will definitely take you back, Paisley. Don't try any tricks."
I just wanted him to leave quickly, forcing myself to smile despite my nervousness: "There are your people everywhere outside—where could I run? I can't escape."
It was the truth. But my head was about to explode—there were three children hiding under the bed.
What was this? Catch one and get three free?
I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Arnold only took a few steps before turning back and locking the door with a "click."
My heart jumped: "You're not going out?"
He sat on the sofa and raised an eyebrow: "This is my room—you want me to leave?"
I was stunned, looking back around the room, only then noticing several documents on the desk and his suits hanging in the closet.
Great. Of all the rooms I could have randomly chosen, I picked his.
Arnold lit a cigarette, leisurely lighting it while half-squinting at me with eyes that seemed to be waiting for me to make a choice—leave or stay.
I knew I absolutely couldn't leave—the children under the bed hadn't been safely transferred yet.
I swallowed and reluctantly spoke: "Could you switch to another room?"
"You want to stay in this one?" he asked back.
I nodded, putting on a pleasing smile: "Mm..."
He chuckled: "No."
The smile on my face froze as I tried not to show my anxiety: "Could we discuss this?"
He exhaled smoke: "No."
Stubbing out his cigarette, he stood up: "I'm going to shower. If you don't leave, then we'll sleep together."
I watched him walk into the bathroom, running my hands through my hair, almost collapsing from frustration.
Under the bed, Elodie poked out her little head and whispered: "Mommy, can we come out now?"
I quickly made a shushing gesture, and the little one obediently retreated back.
We couldn't stay in this room—I had to quickly transfer the children out.
I gently opened the door to see if anyone was outside, but as soon as I looked up—I met Neil's gaze.
My head buzzed as I smiled dryly: "Neil, not going home to sleep so late?"
He stood up, his expression as serious as always: "I'm waiting for Mr. Cavendish."
"Waiting for him... to sleep together?" I blurted out.
Neil seemed choked by my words, looking at me strangely before saying righteously: "I have something to report to sir."
I quickly corrected myself: "He's showering, why don't you wait and talk later?"
"I can't—this matter is very important."
I knew Arnold's assistant was always utterly loyal—no one else could order him around.
I could only sigh and close the door again.
Neil was outside, Arnold was inside—I was going crazy pulling at my hair.
Soon, Arnold came out after his shower, wearing a black bathrobe loosely hanging on his body, revealing solid eight-pack abs. His wet hair was still dripping water, making him look both lazy and dangerous.
Seeing me still standing in the same spot, he raised an eyebrow meaningfully: "Not leaving?"
I avoided his gaze, my face unconsciously reddening, pointing at the door: "Neil is outside, says he has urgent business with you."
He glanced at me and walked to open the door: "What is it?"
"Sir, we have results from the blackout investigation, but it's not quite what we initially expected."
Neil handed him a tablet, and Arnold took it into the study.
I heard him opening the file. After a moment, he stopped.
He stared at the surveillance screenshot on the tablet—clearly showing the figures of three small children.