Chapter 931
Chapter 931:
He moved behind her, circled her waist with his arms, rested his chin on her shoulder, and brushed a gentle kiss against her ear.
Annabel glanced at him from the corner of her eye. Turning in his embrace, she gave him a tender smile.
“I know you miss me,” she said softly. “And I miss you too. I’m happy you’re here, but we have to focus on the bigger picture. You’ll need to endure it a little longer p>
With a playful wink, she rose onto her tiptoes and kissed his forehead. “Cheer up. By the way, Candace has been living at Water Moon Community for a while now. She… has something been off p>
Rupert let out a tired sigh and guided Annabel to the sofa. They sat down together. Thinking back on Candace’s recent behavior, he said quietly, “Lately, Candace has been constantly clinging to me. She even comes into my study with desserts and soup… Tonight, she asked p>
…about any significant company projects, since I’ve been so busy. I suspect she’s about to make her move.” If Candace were truly Candy, she would never behave this way.
This woman felt calculated—like she was getting close to him with a purpose.
Annabel fell silent, fingertips brushing her lips as a realization hit her. The idea that formed in her mind, however, required Rupert’s patience.
She glanced at him, hesitant, then said, “If someone is pushing her to get close to you, why not fight fire with fire? Tell her about the amusement park project—then watch what she does p>
Rupert nodded instinctively, but his brows quickly furrowed. Was Annabel really suggesting he willingly play along with Candace?
His lips tightened as he looked at her, half teasing and half serious. “So you want me to get closer to her for a few more days? Won’t you get jealous p>
Annabel paused, startled by the question, then straightened and forced a smile. She avoided his eyes as she laced her fingers together—an unconscious sign of her nerves.
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Jealousy tugged at her, faint but real. Still, reason usually won. If they didn’t resolve the Candace issue, she and Rupert would never have peace.
She had to endure it.
But Rupert clearly didn’t like her answer.
The moment he noticed her expression, his mood darkened. Even if they were joking, anyone could see jealousy had already taken root.
“Do you want me to be with Candace?” he asked.
Annabel froze.
She turned to him, eyes wide—only for him to gently pinch her cheek.
Then Rupert leaned in, his face suddenly inches from hers, their closeness undeniable. “Or were you spending more time with Rory while I was away? Do you two talk a lot p>
Love made men childish—and petty.
Only now did Annabel understand the truth behind all that so-called “sentimental literature” people gossiped about online.
With no good answer, she shot Rupert a helpless look. Then she shifted slightly away, picked up the glass in front of her, and gently blew on its hot surface.