Chapter 38
Chapter 38:
“Thank you!” Annabel snatched it, her hand brushing his briefly.
The electrifying warmth of his touch made her cheeks burn hotter. Seeing his smile widen, she quickly slammed the door shut in his face.
She could hear her heart pounding wildly.
Gosh! What was wrong with her? This was so embarrassing!
For the first time, Annabel regretted agreeing to come into this household just to please her grandfather. It dawned on her that she had brought trouble on herself.
Annabel took a few deep breaths to dispel the inexplicable tension in her chest. After showering, she walked out of the bathroom and found Rupert sitting on the sofa.
He sat with his legs crossed casually, a financial magazine in his hands. His handsome eyes were slightly narrowed, focused on the pages.
“I’m going to bed.” Annabel walked toward him as she spoke. The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted them. They sounded ambiguous.
“Oh? Is that an invitation?” Rupert lifted his head and asked in a smooth, charming voice.
What?
How was that an invitation?
Annabel had only said it because she was exhausted and wanted to sleep. How could he twist her words into something so suggestive? His mind was completely corrupt.
“Rupert Benton!” Annabel put on a serious face. “Stop being narcissistic. We are only together because of our grandfathers. All of this will be over in three months. Behave yourself p>
He was narcissistic?
No woman had ever said that to Rupert before.
The warmth in his eyes vanished, replaced by a sharp, cold glint. He looked her up and down and said, “Don’t flatter yourself. You don’t even have a good figure. If I want to sleep with someone, it won’t be you. You are not my type. I like my women curvy, sophisticated, and nice p>
Did he just say she didn’t have a good figure?
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Annabel could hardly believe her ears. She had a curvy body that always turned heads.
“You also don’t have a good figure! No one in your family has a good figure. You are all ugly, too!” Annabel shot back, rolling her eyes at him.
She was like a rabbit whose carrot had just been snatched away.
“I don’t have time for this. I’m going to the study.” Rupert turned away. He stood up and left without a backward glance.
However, he could not get Annabel out of his mind.
She was beautiful, smart, confident, and neither humble nor overbearing. She was exactly his type.
But unfortunately, she was not the one he was looking for.
The incident that had happened to him when he was thirteen years old replayed clearly in his mind.
“Rupert, your hand is injured. Let me bind it up for you p>
A girl in a ponytail, a few years younger than him, held out a handkerchief. She carefully wrapped his wound and tied it into a beautiful little bow.
“Does it hurt?” The girl raised her head, revealing her large, beautiful eyes.
Rupert wrapped his arms around her and said firmly, “No, it doesn’t. Don’t be afraid, Candy. Help will come soon. I’m sure of that p>
When Rupert snapped back to reality, he opened the drawer and took out a faded handkerchief. He stared at it for a long time. Where was Candy now? Was she living a good life?