Chapter 1389
Chapter 1389:
“Grandpa!” Annabel protested, blushing even as her voice came out weak.
“What is it—are you embarrassed?” Bruce teased. “Your own grandpa has been hinting at the same thing p>
“He would never,” Annabel shot back.
“And why don’t you believe me?” Bruce challenged.
Their laughter echoed down the corridors as they left the villa.
Annabel thought she was about to enjoy a delicious meal—only to discover Bruce’s cooking was, at best, questionable. In the end, she took over the kitchen herself and put together a spread that could’ve put a professional chef to shame.
She stayed with Bruce for a while. By the time she finally left, it was already midday. Instead of heading to the dining room, she went straight to her own quarters. But before she could settle in, there came a knock at her door.
When she opened it, Danica stood outside.
“Miss Hewitt…” Danica’s voice trembled, guilt written all over her face. “I’m really sorry about this morning. I didn’t want to p>
Truthfully, Danica hadn’t had a choice. She worked under Bruce, yes, but Erica could still get rid of her on a whim.
She couldn’t afford to lose her job.
“I understand,” Annabel interrupted, already sensing the position Danica had been forced into.
It wasn’t that Annabel lacked empathy—but what happened that morning had made one thing clear: if there hadn’t been surveillance in the living room, and if Bruce hadn’t trusted her so completely, Danica’s words could have put Annabel in real trouble.
Everyone protected themselves. Annabel wasn’t a saint, and she wasn’t obligated to forgive either.
“You’ve apologized,” Annabel said quietly.
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Danica, having served the household for years, knew how to read a room. Catching the look in Annabel’s eyes, she understood.
She bowed respectfully and left.
As she stepped out into the hallway, she nearly bumped into Rupert, who had just returned.
“Rupert p>
Seeing him, Annabel’s face brightened. She hurried over and wrapped him in a warm embrace.
Rupert bent down and pressed a soft kiss to Annabel’s forehead. Then, as if he’d just remembered something, he said, “Grandpa called. He wants us to have dinner with him p>
Annabel’s smile froze as her mind immediately pictured what the evening would bring.
“Really? We found him?” Margo exclaimed. She sprang up from her seat, eyes blazing with urgency. “Who is he? Can I see him right now p>