Chapter 1156
Chapter 1156:
“Miss Hewitt is here!” a reporter shouted excitedly the moment he spotted her.
A swarm of interviewers surged toward Annabel, questions flying at her from every direction.
“Miss Hewitt, what’s your relationship with Prince Herman? He fell in love with you at first sight—how about you? How do you feel about this p>
“Does Mr. Benton know Prince Herman is pursuing you? Will this affect your engagement ceremony next week p>
“Miss Hewitt, are you going to break it off with Mr. Benton for Prince Herman? Or will you date them both at the same time? After all, there were rumors about you and Rory in the past. Are you the kind of girl who has many boyfriends?” someone in the crowd shouted crudely.
Annabel frowned. “Rupert’s and my engagement ceremony will proceed as scheduled. Please stop making such vicious assumptions. That’s all p>
As soon as she finished speaking, she pushed through the crowd and signaled for security to hold them back.
“Annabel, you finally came to work!” Herman’s eyes brimmed with joy and adoration as he looked at her. He had been waiting at her workplace for a long time, and she had finally arrived.
“This is the surprise I specially prepared for you. Do you like it?” As if by magic, Herman produced a bouquet of roses, dropped to one knee, and held them out to Annabel.
Annabel was stunned into silence.
A surprise? It felt more like a shock.
“Get up p>
Herman refused to rise unless she took the flowers, so she quickly reached down and helped him to his feet.
Herman straightened and looked at her earnestly. “Annabel, don’t you like roses? Then tell me what you like. No matter what it is, I’ll give it to you. Even if you want the moon in the sky, I’ll do my best to pull it down for you p>
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Annabel was left speechless. Then she drew a steady breath and said, “Come inside with me p>
She led him into the building and into the reception room. Pointing at the sofa, she said, “Sit down p>
Herman sat, his eyes still fixed on Annabel as she stood in front of him. Every movement of the captivating woman tugged at his heart.
“Herman, we need to talk,” she said seriously as she sat beside him.
“Okay!” Herman nodded quickly.
Annabel cleared her throat. “I think you understand my relationship with Rupert, right? We’re getting engaged next week p>
“I know. But so what?” Herman’s gaze darkened as he heard the unmistakable rejection in her words.
He was a European prince, and with his handsome features, he was considered the dream man in France. Women were crazy about him. Yet he felt nothing for them. Even when he did date in the past, his interest never lasted.
It wasn’t until he saw Annabel at Michelle’s birthday party that he understood what love felt like. Annabel was beautiful, generous, confident, and radiant—someone who made it impossible to look away. Herman had been struck, as if by Cupid’s arrow.