“I wouldn’t dare. I am merely stating a fact.”
What an interesting lady Alistair thought while hiding his smirk. The lady stood fearlessly before him, arousing even more of his interest and curiosity.
And Annabelle immediately regretted her actions. She had caused too much unnecessary attention! Now she felt like she was thrown into the lion’s den without any heads up. Face hot as coal, her icy fingers pinched tightly on her dress.
Annabelle tried to compose herself, “If there is nothing else, I shall now head back to work.” She quickened her steps without waiting for an answer.
“Hold on for a moment,” Alistair’s alluring voice came from behind.
Annabelle froze instinctively. She shut her eyes.
Why did I stop!? I should’ve ignored him and walk away!
It was inexplicable, but it was hard for her to not listen to him!
Alistair rose from his chair slowly and strode towards her.
There was a deafening silence and Annabelle can hear her own heart pounding rapidly. On the surface she seemed expressionless but underneath she was on pins and needles, so tensed that she couldn’t move a muscle.
He has an overshadowing build. A dangerous air around him that invaded her space and was slowly constricting on her.
She had thought about thousands of possibilities of them meeting but never like this!
Did he recognize her?
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