Chapter 1198
Chapter 1198:
Rupert sucked in a sharp breath at her boldness and followed her lead.
Heat burned through him as his hands traced and explored every inch he could reach. They were lost in the kiss, lost in their own world—until a knock at the door shattered the moment.
“Someone’s at the door!” Annabel gasped, pushing Rupert away.
As she hurriedly tried to smooth her rumpled clothes, Rupert swore under his breath and called out impatiently, “Yes p>
Finley pushed the door open and was met with his boss’s livid expression.
Annabel, meanwhile, was flushed crimson, her clothes slightly disheveled. The air was thick with a certain unmistakable tension, and Finley could tell exactly what he had interrupted.
The corners of his mouth twitched.
Once again, he had walked in at the worst possible time.
He could practically feel Rupert’s anger, but he forced himself to step inside anyway. “Mr. Benton, you need to sign this.” He handed the document to Rupert.
Rupert signed it swiftly and shoved it back at the source of his irritation. “Now get out p>
Finley took the document with shaky hands and spoke as carefully as he could. “Miss Hewitt… I didn’t see anything. You can, uh… continue p>
Annabel was mortified.
If only she could bury herself right then and there.
At Ellis’s villa in the suburbs, Candace sat on the sofa, staring at the time bomb in her hand. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t get the image of Rupert—tall, handsome, and unforgettable—out of her mind.
She could still recall every detail of every moment they had spent together. Now the man she had loved for so many years was about to be engaged to Annabel.
Candace wished she could hate Rupert enough to kill him and die with him at the engagement ceremony, just as Ellis had ordered.
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But no matter how many times she replayed it in her head, she didn’t have the courage to do it. She just couldn’t.
It wasn’t that she was afraid of dying. Not at all. The person she couldn’t bear to die was Rupert.
It was true that he had been cruel to her—sending her to prison and everything. Even so, she still loved him deeply.
For the past few days, she had been tailing Annabel, waiting for the perfect chance to strike—but the opportunity never came.
Candace’s eyes brimmed with hatred as she clenched her fists.
Not for a second had Rupert suspected her when she pretended to be Candy. He had taken good care of her and given her the happiest days of her life.
And then, of course, that bitch Annabel had to appear and ruin everything.
Who else could she blame for exposing her secret to Rupert?
It was all Annabel’s fault. Annabel had destroyed her and stolen the man she loved. Candace had never hated anyone the way she hated Annabel, and the moment an opportunity presented itself, she would kill her.
She gripped the time bomb tightly, thinking about how to do it. She was going to make sure Annabel died a horrible, painful death.