Chapter 1270
Chapter 1270:
“Are you awake?” Rupert came closer and pressed a damp kiss to her hair.
“Why aren’t you dressed?” Annabel blurted, then immediately buried her face in the quilt, mortified.
Rupert chuckled. “Are you feeling shy? You saw everything yesterday p>
The memory of last night made Annabel blush even harder. She balled her fists and lightly punched at him in protest. Rupert caught her hands and kissed her knuckles one by one.
“I’ve prepared breakfast,” he murmured. “Will you get up and join me p>
Annabel didn’t answer right away. She hid her face again, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.
“Rupert,” she called, her tone sweet and teasing.
Rupert grunted, eyes locked on her as if bracing for whatever she would say next.
Stretching languidly, Annabel lifted her head and flashed him a sly grin. “I want you to carry me to the dining room. I can’t walk.” Her smile turned even more playful.
When Rupert hesitated, Annabel grew impatient. She sat up slightly, her fair skin peeking out from beneath the quilt.
Rupert’s throat bobbed as he swallowed. In the next second, he was over her, pressing her back into the mattress. “Are you trying to seduce me p>
Annabel curled her arms around him and leaned in, whispering against his ear, “What if I say p>
Before she could finish, Rupert captured her lips with a kiss—gentle, yet unmistakably possessive. He nipped her lower lip as if scolding her for the tease.
His eyes darkened, something fierce and heated stirring in them, as if it could swallow Annabel whole.
“You’re very daring,” Rupert remarked, fully aware she was doing it on purpose. He leaned in and, in a husky voice, whispered against her neck.
“I’ve always been daring,” Annabel shot back. She pressed a finger to his lips, silencing him. Her fingertips drifted from his cheek to his brow, lingering as if memorizing the warmth of his skin.
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Rupert let her take the lead, quietly admiring the effort she was making to draw him in. He looked up at her with clear anticipation, as though waiting for her to leave some kind of mark on him.
With Annabel, Rupert didn’t hesitate to show his most vulnerable side.
But Annabel’s touches were deliberately slow—light trails of fingertips that skimmed his skin and stole his breath.
Just as Rupert moved to stop her teasing, Annabel slipped free and winked at him. “I’m hungry. Let’s eat p>
Rupert watched her retreat, his fingers combing through her soft hair. His gaze was intense yet tender, full of unspoken emotions.
His breakfast was simple but satisfying, and it quickly restored Annabel’s energy.
As she ate, Rupert—now dressed—came downstairs and noticed Annabel curled up barefoot in the chair. He hadn’t realized she’d taken her shoes off.
Catching his stare, Annabel tucked her feet in and looked up at him, resting her chin on her hand. “The floor is carpeted p>