Chapter 1291
Chapter 1291:
“My name is Landen Sampson. May I have the pleasure of knowing your name?” Landen’s face reddened, and he looked away, unable to hold her gaze.
Annabel froze. Only then did she realize she had misunderstood him. She had thought he was simply expressing gratitude, but he clearly had another intention.
Before she could answer, Landen looked up—just in time to see Annabel turn and smile at the man walking toward her.
“You can call me Mrs. Benton,” Annabel said, a playful glint in her eyes as she took Rupert’s hand.
Noticing Landen, Rupert said nothing.
Still smiling, Annabel led Rupert away.
When she didn’t get a reaction from him, she looked up and teased, “Are you jealous p>
Rupert simply lifted an eyebrow. Then, without warning, he pulled her into his arms.
Rupert pulled her into his arms, his voice muffled as he murmured against her neck, “I really want to keep you by my side at all times p>
“Mr. Benton, are you doubting your own charm?” Annabel laughed softly, pressing her hands to his chest and nudging him back.
Worried Annabel might get sick, Rupert decided to take her back to the hotel. But just as they were about to leave, Annabel stopped abruptly.
“Rupert, have you seen Herman anywhere p>
Her worry was unmistakable. Setting aside Herman’s status, he couldn’t swim—so it seemed unlikely he would have survived the violent waves from the night before.
Hearing her concern, Rupert immediately sent his men to ask the search-and-rescue team, but no one had any information about Herman. With Herman’s distinctive appearance, it would have been difficult to miss him if they’d found him.
The answer hit Annabel like a wave of despair. If something happened to Herman, explaining it to his home country would be a nightmare.
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Sensing her anxiety, Rupert ordered his men to cooperate fully with the rescue team. Still consumed by worry, Annabel chose to stay and wait for news.
Fortunately, it didn’t take long—word came that Herman had been found.
Annabel rushed over at once, but his condition was far from reassuring.
“He appears to have been unconscious for some time and has inhaled a significant amount of water. We need to get him to a hospital immediately,” a nurse said as Herman was lifted onto a stretcher.
Seeing Herman’s ashen face, Annabel’s hand curled into a tight fist.
After Herman was safely transported to the hospital, Rupert escorted Annabel—now sneezing—back to their hotel.
After her shower, Annabel burrowed under the quilt, scrolling through and replying to company emails on her phone.
The bathroom door creaked open, and Rupert stepped out, wrapped in lingering steam.
Annabel glanced over and, despite herself, admired his sculpted physique. Her cheeks heated. She pouted, then quickly looked away.
With a warm smile, Rupert sauntered over to the bed, gathered Annabel into his arms, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.