Chapter 1281
Chapter 1281:
Of course, Rupert knew exactly what she was doing. He brushed a stray lock of hair away from her face and pinched her nose playfully.
Annabel held her breath at first, but she couldn’t keep it up for long. Blushing, she opened her eyes and grabbed his hand.
“You’re not pretending anymore?” Rupert asked casually as he sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at her.
“That’s cheating,” Annabel complained with exaggerated seriousness, blinking up at him. “You should’ve given me a tender good-morning kiss p>
Her cuteness left Rupert helpless. He leaned in to kiss her—
But Annabel darted under the blanket, wriggled to the other side, and popped out, grinning. “Too late,” she said, waving at him as she climbed out of bed.
Only with Rupert was Annabel this playful and sweet. Rupert loved her so much that no matter which version of her he saw, his heart still raced every time.
Just as Annabel was about to leave, Rupert suddenly reached out and wrapped an arm around her waist. Before she could react, he pulled her into his embrace.
She let out a startled yelp as his hold tightened.
“What are you doing?” Annabel asked, her heart pounding.
“Your turn now,” Rupert whispered against her ear.
Annabel blinked, confused. “What do you mean p>
“A good-morning kiss,” Rupert said, stressing each word. His gaze locked onto hers, clearly eager to see what she would do.
Annabel burst into laughter. Turning in his arms, she faced him.
Then she boldly poked his cheek. “Mr. Benton, you’re so childish p>
Rupert didn’t bother to deny it. He only lifted an eyebrow, as if he actually enjoyed her teasing.
Without looking away from his handsome eyes, Annabel traced her fingertips from his brow to his cheek, then leaned in and kissed his forehead.
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“I’m hungry,” Annabel complained suddenly.
Rupert immediately scooped her up and carried her out of the bedroom. Breakfast was already set on the dining table.
While they ate, a thought suddenly occurred to Annabel. “Rupert, let’s go sailing today p>
Rupert, fork halfway to his mouth, paused and turned to her. His brows drew together slightly as he studied her expectant expression.
“We don’t do much on this island,” Annabel insisted. “Since we’re here, we should definitely go sailing p>
As she spoke, she leaned in and tapped his hand with her finger.
She knew he was still shaken by what had happened on the cruise. “I refuse to believe I’m so unlucky that something will go wrong every time we take a boat. I promise I’ll stay by your side and not wander off this time, okay?” Annabel tried to convince him, but Rupert still didn’t answer.
Seeing that, she moved even closer.
Rupert finally sighed, looking at her with an unreadable expression.