Chapter 1489
Chapter 1489:
Annabel was still speaking when the office door suddenly swung open. Absorbed in her conversation with Fulton, she didn’t notice the intrusion.
“Sure, feel free to reach out to us whenever you need our assistance p>
She ended the call and swiveled in her chair, only to meet Rupert’s dark expression.
A quick glance told her he looked anything but pleased.
“Why are you here?” she asked, sensing the discomfort simmering around him.
“Can’t I come here p>
Rupert’s expression darkened, his displeasure unmistakable. Lately, Annabel had been consumed with securing resources for Margo—meetings, negotiations, endless calls—leaving little time for him.
A vein throbbed at his temple as his gaze burned with restrained anger.
“What’s wrong with you? You seem really agitated.” Annabel let out a small laugh, trying to defuse the tension.
She stood and moved closer, hoping to comfort him, but Rupert turned away, refusing her touch.
“I’ve been busy lately, but once things settle down, we can make time for each other, alright?” Annabel coaxed patiently. Yet her eyes drifted for a moment, her mind snagging on another task that still needed her attention.
Rupert narrowed his eyes, brows lifting as if to ask whether he had to keep waiting.
“No problem,” he said coldly. “Go on, keep working p>
Despite his clear irritation, he forced himself to stay distant. A faint ache tightened in Annabel’s chest. She reached for his hand, but he avoided her again.
It was both exasperating and oddly amusing—Rupert Benton, the CEO of the Benton Group, sulking with jealousy like a child.
“Alright, alright. Stop being mad.” Annabel stepped closer once more, only for him to turn away again.
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Annabel stared at him, baffled. She could hardly believe a man could be even more dramatic than a woman when jealousy took hold.
“I know I’ve been neglectful these past few days, honey, but I’ve been overwhelmed with work. I wasn’t intentionally ignoring you, sweetie.” Annabel’s voice was soft as she gently pinched Rupert’s cheek. His usually stern expression eased into faint amusement.
“You don’t have to do that,” Rupert murmured, pulling her hand away. He tried to maintain his earlier coldness, even though he was secretly entertained.
“Come on, honey. Please be nice to me and forgive me this time, okay?” Annabel’s melodic voice tickled Rupert’s ear and soothed him.
Rupert said nothing, only clearing his throat with practiced indifference.
Annabel was about to speak again when the office door suddenly swung open.
Without thinking, she snapped her mouth shut. If someone saw her and Rupert like this, it would be mortifying.
Her reaction clearly displeased Rupert, but he didn’t show it. Someone was here, and he wouldn’t let others see him in that state.
“Annabel p>