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Chapter 1350
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“Why does it smell so sour in here?” she teased. “Since when did the company start disinfecting with vinegar p>
Rupert stayed silent, only looking down at her.
A mischievous glint flickered across Annabel’s face. She rose onto her tiptoes and kissed Rupert’s lips, then pulled back with an exaggeratedly innocent expression.
“Goodness, you’re so sour, Rupert,” she joked softly, looking up at him.
Rupert’s eyes darkened. He leaned down and kissed her.
After a while, Rupert finally released Annabel from his embrace. His lips were pressed into a quiet line, and his eyes brimmed with fervent adoration.
Annabel’s cheeks warmed as she took in his tender expression. No matter how long they had been together, and no matter how many intimate moments they had shared, trading kisses in the middle of her company still lit a shy spark in her.
Aware of the eyes on them, she gave Rupert’s chest a light tap.
The playful gesture clearly pleased him; he immediately slid an arm around her waist.
“Don’t we have dinner plans?” Annabel eased back a little, afraid Rupert might lean in for another kiss.
Rupert only lifted an eyebrow.
Seeing his expression, Annabel couldn’t help but giggle. She could tell he was still brooding over Herman’s earlier behavior.
“Herman showed up at my company today without warning, and I turned him away,” she said as she adjusted Rupert’s tie and looked up at him. “The way he was acting, it’s very likely he saw you p>
“Stay away from him,” Rupert said, his tone firm. Even knowing Annabel’s feelings were his, Herman still irritated him to no end. If Rupert had the chance, he would gladly send him back to his own country.
“Alright, I understand. Let’s go.” Smiling softly, Annabel took Rupert’s hand, and they walked out together.
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Rupert had already made a reservation, so they headed straight to the restaurant.
During the drive, Rupert was buried in a stack of paperwork. Seeing how focused he was, Annabel didn’t interrupt him.
Still, what had happened that afternoon weighed on her, tightening her brow.
Just as Rupert was about to say something, he noticed the worry on her face and instinctively pulled her into his arms.
“What’s troubling you?” His hand gently brushed over her forehead, trying to soothe her unease.
Nestled against him, Annabel rested her head on his shoulder. “I met Omar today—the illegitimate son of the Jenkins family you apprehended earlier p>
At the mention of the name, a faint flicker crossed Rupert’s eyes.
After Omar had been taken away by Moshe, Rupert had kept an eye on their movements. He hadn’t expected to be noticed, nor to lose track of them so quickly. Still, since neither of them posed any direct threat to him, he hadn’t given them much thought. What he hadn’t anticipated was Omar resurfacing.
“Where did you run into him?” Rupert asked, pausing briefly before adding, “What did he say to you p>
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