Chapter 1292
Chapter 1292:
“Rupert, I must be cursed. Every time I’m on the sea, something dangerous happens.” The recent events had left Annabel completely disillusioned with maritime travel. “Do I have to spend the rest of this trip just watching TV in the hotel p>
As she grumbled, a mischievous glint lit Rupert’s eyes. He tightened his hold around her slender waist, pulling her closer against his chest.
“Or we could do other things p>
Annabel’s face flared hot. She tried to twist away, but she lost her balance and nearly toppled onto the bed.
Her clumsy movement earned a frown from Rupert. He quickly caught her, lowered her onto the mattress, and effectively pinned her there. “Are you that eager?” Rupert teased, watching as her ears turned a deep crimson.
“Rupert, you’re a bad man,” Annabel huffed, puffing out her cheeks and stubbornly looking away.
With a feigned look of innocence, Rupert blinked at her. “I was only offering to give you a massage. You weren’t feeling well, right? How does that make me the bad guy p>
“You—” Annabel was speechless. She clenched her teeth, glaring at his smug face.
“Or maybe you’re interested in a different kind of entertainment?” Rupert leaned in slowly, intimacy settling over them like a warm veil.
His gaze dipped to her lips, and he swallowed hard. Annabel didn’t resist. Instead, she tilted her chin up and met him halfway, initiating the kiss.
In the middle of it, she accidentally pinched his arm, making him suck in a sharp breath.
Annabel immediately pulled back, concern flashing across her face. She cupped his cheek, searching his eyes. “What’s wrong p>
“I’m fine,” Rupert said, soothing. He pressed a tender kiss to her neck.
But when Annabel turned her head, she caught sight of a wound on his arm. Her expression hardened. She placed her hands on his chest, stopping him.
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“Are you hurt p>
Realizing she’d noticed, Rupert didn’t try to brush it off. He sat up and reassured her calmly, “It’s nothing serious. I already treated it p>
Annabel wasn’t convinced. She gently took his arm and examined the wound herself.
It was about half a palm in length, as if it had been cut by something sharp. Though it was on the back of his arm and no longer bleeding, it still didn’t look reassuring.
“How did you treat it?” Annabel asked, her brows drawn tight with concern.
Rupert stayed silent.
Annabel narrowed her eyes at him. “Don’t tell me you just rinsed it with water p>
“I got some disinfectant from Dalores,” Rupert finally admitted, unusually obedient.
Dalores Vance was the doctor who had accompanied them on the trip.
The moment Annabel heard that, her expression darkened.
“It’s just a minor wound,” Rupert said, brushing off her concern.