Chapter 1435
Chapter 1435:
Annabel turned to look at the shattered mess on the floor. A cold smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth.
Rupert never expected to be dragged into something like this. Deep down, he knew Kevin couldn’t be the only one behind such a scheme. The true mastermind was still hidden in the shadows.
When Rupert came out of the bathroom and saw Annabel on the balcony, quietly absorbed in a book, a faint smile tugged at his lips.
The night breeze teased her long hair. Rupert walked over and lifted her into his arms.
But Annabel patted his arm and slowly looked him over from head to toe, making Rupert inexplicably uneasy. He frowned and said, as if trying to soothe her, “I’m clean now p>
To his own surprise, there was even a trace of grievance in his voice—an expression rarely seen on Rupert.
Annabel felt a strange, new spark at that. She crossed her arms and turned to face him, her tone serious.
“You’d better sleep in the study until everything is cleared up p>
Rupert’s face darkened.
Annabel suppressed the smile threatening to show. Ignoring his stare, she tried to walk past him and go to bed. But Rupert stretched out his long arm, hoisted her over his shoulder, and carried her away.
“What are you doing, Rupert?” Annabel cried out in shock, struggling against him.
Rupert remained silent. He carried her to the bed, set her down gently, and pinned her there with calm insistence.
“Heather and I have nothing between us,” Rupert said, his eyes full of tenderness.
Annabel kept her expression cool. She lifted her arms and smiled faintly. “I trust you. I know there was nothing between you and her.” Her smile faded as she continued, “But that doesn’t mean I’m not uncomfortable. I know she sent that photo to provoke us, and I have to admit… she succeeded p>
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Even someone as composed as Annabel couldn’t avoid losing control. Heather had pushed her beyond her limit.
There were moments—rare, irrational moments—when Annabel wanted to make a scene for no reason at all.
And Rupert was the only one who could tolerate her at her worst.
Rupert met Annabel’s eyes, searching them for something. After a moment, he let out a quiet chuckle.
He knew Annabel’s temperament all too well.
Leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, then straightened. “Goodnight p>
Annabel rolled her eyes, then sat up. Watching Rupert walk away, a smile slowly crept across her face.
It suddenly occurred to her that Rupert was acting like a wronged wife. If anyone saw this side of Mr. Benton, they would be stunned.
Meanwhile, in the top-floor office of the Jenkins Group, Jeffery pushed open the door and stepped inside. The room was dark, lit only by the city glow spilling through the floor-to-ceiling windows.