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Chapter 1329
Chapter 1329:
“Do you want me to investigate it for you?” Rupert asked.
Annabel shook her head, eyes still fixed on the photos and videos playing on her phone. A gnawing instinct told her something wasn’t right.
“I’m truly worthless if I let such matters trouble you,” Annabel said.
She didn’t see it as a challenge. After all, she had long since found it a pointless waste of energy to entertain petty plots and tactics.
In truth, she was only curious whether the reality matched what she had guessed.
A gentle nudge against her shoulder brought her back to the moment.
“I apologize p>
A deep voice sounded near her ear, and the strange familiarity made her steps falter.
She turned around at once, but all she saw was the ebb and flow of the crowd. She couldn’t find the person who had bumped into her.
Rupert looked over, silently questioning Annabel’s odd reaction.
Annabel shook her head to signal that nothing was wrong. Maybe she had imagined it.
“That’s strange,” she murmured, rubbing her shoulder.
Annabel was bored during the flight. She had meant to rest, but then her gaze slid to Rupert, who seemed engrossed in work on his laptop, and she quietly leaned closer.
She rested her head on his shoulder, watching the screen. Rupert didn’t react or let her interrupt him.
Annabel, however, toyed with the cuff of his sleeve—the one she had given him. Her fingertips twirled around it a few times before slowly drifting to the back of his hand.
Rupert sighed, helpless, then lifted a hand and lightly tickled her under the chin, as though teasing an affectionate cat. “Bored p>
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“Keep working. Don’t mind me,” Annabel said, though his reaction only made her more eager to pester him.
A glint flashed in Rupert’s eyes. He did as she asked and returned to his work, drawing his hand back slightly.
With a sly grin, Annabel glanced around, adjusted her seat belt, sat up a little, and leaned her cheek closer to him.
“Rupert p>
Opening her lips with a smile, she slowly blew into his ear.
Rupert, however, remained impassive.
Annabel was already plotting her next move when the plane suddenly hit turbulence, sending her tumbling into him.
Her palms landed on his chest, and she felt the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath her hands. Moments later, an announcement came over the speakers, reminding passengers to stay safe during the turbulence.
After a while, the plane finally leveled out.
“Are you throwing yourself at me?” Rupert leaned closer, his voice low and husky.