Chapter 287
Chapter 287:
“Is that supposed to be a proposal?” She rolled her eyes, although her heart was racing in her chest.
“I’m pursuing you,” Rupert answered simply. His eyes were full of affection as he looked at her.
Pursuing her?
Annabel’s heart sped up even more.
They were in a hospital ward. It felt inappropriate to talk about something like this here. Annabel withdrew her hand, muttering, “What I said just now doesn’t count. You were just pretending to be unconscious p>
“Hey, no take-backs.” Rupert pursed his lips unhappily.
Annabel didn’t say anything more.
A hush fell over the ward, and the atmosphere grew a little awkward.
After a few seconds, Rupert cleared his throat and broke the silence.
“I’ll give you two months. Can you give me the answer I want by then p>
Annabel mulled it over for a while and then nodded seriously.
“I’ll give you an answer then. I don’t know if it will be the answer you want p>
Rupert nodded and leaned back in bed, complacence written all over his face. He was confident he would get the answer he wanted.
“Aren’t you supposed to be unconscious? Close your eyes. What if someone comes in and sees you’re awake?” Annabel changed the topic.
“Don’t worry. My bodyguards are stationed outside,” Rupert replied calmly.
As soon as he finished speaking, Annabel’s phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, she saw that it was her grandfather.
“Grandpa,” Annabel greeted in a sweet voice.
“Anna! Are you okay?” Leonard’s concerned voice sounded from the other end of the line.
𝙈𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙥𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣
“Of course I’m okay,” Annabel said with a smile.
“Well? Is the news true p>
“Half true. Don’t worry, Grandpa. Just do whatever you usually do—go fishing or water the flowers or something. I’ll take care of things from here p>
“‘Worry’? I’m not worried, my dear.” Leonard chuckled heartily. “Rupert isn’t really in a coma, am I right p>
“Grandpa, how did you know?” Annabel pursed her lips, once again impressed by her grandfather.
“I wasn’t sure at first, but when I heard your voice, I knew I was right. After all, if your fiancé was in a coma, you wouldn’t sound this calm,” Leonard explained with a knowing smile, idly smoothing his beard.
“Grandpa, what are you talking about? He’s not my fiancé—not for long, anyway. I’m going to break off the engagement as soon as the three-month agreement is over,” Annabel said shyly, rolling her eyes at her grandfather’s silliness.
“Well, alright then. I’m going to water the flowers p>
After exchanging goodbyes, he hung up.
Putting her phone away, Annabel turned around and met Rupert’s icy, cold face.