Chapter 1295
Chapter 1295:
Rupert pinned one man’s wrist under his boot and yanked open the man’s collar, revealing a numbered tattoo on his collarbone.
“Are these men connected to the others?” Annabel asked quietly.
They had discussed it before, and Annabel had already suspected a link the moment she’d seen the shop assistant’s tattoo.
“There’s likely someone else pulling the strings,” Rupert muttered, frowning. Even he was caught off guard by how many people were involved.
Annabel was about to respond when the shop assistant—sprawled on the ground—slipped a small knife from his sleeve and lunged at her.
“Go to hell p>
Annabel silently cursed. She didn’t have time to dodge.
But the next instant, a hand shot out and stopped the blade midair. Rupert lifted his chin slightly, seized the knife with ease, and flicked it away.
Rupert didn’t even flinch. His steady composure and imposing presence were enough to make the man’s legs go weak.
In a flash, Annabel swung her leg, hooked a chair, and sent it flying toward him.
The man stumbled with a grunt and tried to retreat, but Annabel stopped him with a sharp, well-aimed kick.
The ring of the doorbell signaled the arrival of Rupert’s men. They rushed in and quickly apprehended everyone in the room.
“Are you hurt?” Annabel spun around and grabbed Rupert’s wrist. The sight of the cut across his palm filled her with instant regret.
“Rupert, seriously? You used your hand to stop a knife? Do you think you’re invincible p>
Rupert answered by gently stroking her cheek, his voice low and calm. “It’s nothing a few stitches won’t fix p>
“Rupert!” The indifference in his tone made Annabel frown.
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She was getting tired of how little he cared about his own well-being.
Sensing her frustration, Rupert pulled her close, trying to soothe her. Annabel shook her head with a sigh, then took out bandages and wrapped his hand to stop the bleeding.
“Let’s bind it up for now and put ointment on it when we get back,” she said.
The vacation she had taken a full month off for was rapidly turning into a string of disasters, and Annabel felt exhausted.
Back at the hotel, she stayed quiet and somber as she tended to Rupert’s wound.
After securing the bandage, she went to put the remaining supplies away—only to feel an arm slide around her waist.
Rupert had pulled her against him.
Instinctively, Annabel glanced down, relieved to see he wasn’t putting pressure on his injured hand.
Rupert didn’t speak. He simply lowered his face to her neck and breathed in her scent.
The silence in the room felt unusual.