Chapter 137
Chapter 137:
Well, it was true that Annabel had worked all night to avoid Rupert. But it seemed that he would not leave unless she left with him.
Rain was pouring from the sky.
Sitting in Rupert’s car, Annabel watched the raindrops snake down the windshield as her thoughts drifted.
She had been in Douburgh for almost a month. She had promised her grandfather that she would spend time with Rupert for three months. She thought she could leave after that. After all, she and Rupert disliked each other. But things seemed to be getting out of control.
What Rupert had done to her was beyond her expectations. At times, he was overbearing and unreasonable, but sometimes, he seemed to care about her deeply.
When Nina stabbed her with a knife, Rupert had protected her.
And today, Rupert had forced her to go home because he was afraid she would get tired and ill from working all night.
Although he was overbearing, he also cared about her. Why did he care?
Was it only because she was his nominal fiancée?
It was totally unnecessary.
Annabel was a good judge of character, but she could not understand the man beside her.
What was he thinking? Would Rupert let her break off the engagement after three months? Could she leave him unscathed?
Annabel stole a glance at Rupert. His expression was neutral as he gripped the steering wheel and focused on driving.
Neither of them spoke. The small space inside the car was so quiet it felt suffocating.
Annabel closed her eyes. She did feel a little tired after working so hard. She was resting when Rupert’s magnetic voice startled her.
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“Annabel, am I really that bad p>
“What?” Annabel opened her eyes, confused.
Turning his head to face her, Rupert asked, “Am I stingy? Do I have a bad temper p>
Annabel was speechless.
Rupert had heard what she said to her grandfather.
That was embarrassing.
“Rupert, do you often eavesdrop on other people’s phone calls?” Annabel asked.
Rupert frowned. “Are you in the habit of gossiping behind people’s backs p>
“Gossiping?” Annabel glared at Rupert. “I was not gossiping. I was telling the truth p>
Rupert’s expression was frosty. “So, I cannot compete with Rory on any point p>
Annabel swallowed hard. What had caused that leap of imagination? What did any of it have to do with Rory?
“If you believe that, I can’t help you,” Annabel replied angrily.
It felt like an admission to Rupert. In Annabel’s eyes, he was nothing compared to Rory.