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Chapter 1283
Chapter 1283:
Upon hearing this, the stewardess’s face turned pale. She bit her lower lip and looked directly at Annabel. “How can you insult me like this?” she complained.
The stewardess’s voice, deliberately raised, drew the attention of people nearby.
“Insult you?” Annabel stared at her in open disbelief. “I was only trying to help you find a job out of the kindness of my heart, and you’re calling that an insult? Fine. If my goodwill isn’t appreciated, then forget it. I’ll leave the bill with your manager, and you can settle it later p>
Compared to the stewardess’s pitiful expression, Annabel carried herself with unmistakable dominance.
But scenes like this weren’t unusual on such a luxurious cruise ship, where money and status ruled.
Besides, no one was going to rush to the rescue of a stewardess with ulterior motives.
“You… how could you?” The stewardess’s eyes reddened. When no one around her offered even a glance, she shifted her gaze to Rupert instead.
“Sir, if you want me to pay you back, I’m willing…” Her voice fell into a soft whisper, fading as if it might disappear altogether. Even Annabel couldn’t help feeling a flicker of sympathy.
Rupert lifted his eyes lazily and replied, indifferent, “Then do so p>
He had no interest in dealing with people like her, but he tolerated it for Annabel’s sake.
With no dignity left to salvage, the stewardess left, shoulders slumped.
Watching her go, Annabel couldn’t suppress a smile. “That was quite the show,” she said.
“You don’t need to waste your attention on people like that,” Rupert said, his expression unchanged.
Annabel blinked and leaned closer, surprise coloring her voice. “And here I thought you were always so composed. I didn’t realize you had a soft spot for—Ah p>
Before she could finish, Rupert pulled her into his arms.
“That depends on who I’m holding,” he murmured into her ear, his breath brushing her skin like a warm breeze. “I’ve always had one exception p>
His warm breath tickled her cheek, eliciting a slight tingle. Noticing the stain on Rupert’s chest, she furrowed her brow. “You need to change your clothes first p>
“Aren’t you going to help me with that, dear?” Rupert raised his head naturally, his tone indifferent.
Rolling her eyes at him, Annabel stood up, feeling a tad repulsed.
Observing her reaction, Rupert headed to the lounge to change. Meanwhile, Annabel stood on the deck, gazing up at the sky. It no longer held the same clarity as it had in the morning, now imbued with a touch of coolness. Just then, a gentle tap on her shoulder startled her. Turning her head, she found no one there.
Feeling puzzled, she turned her gaze in the other direction, only to have a handsome face suddenly come into view.
After taking a step back, she finally recognized the person before her.
“Did I scare you? I’m so sorry!” Herman smiled at her with a tinge of regret.
“What are you doing here?” Annabel had not anticipated encountering Herman in this place.