Who Is The Real Boss?

Chapter 14 Wishful Thinking

“Hey, Annabel? Annabel!" Rupert uttered, holding her in his arms and patting her face gently. "What's wrong with you? Are you hurt?"

Still shaking with her eyes closed, Annabel murmured, "It's so dark... I'm.

scared. Don't leave me... Don't go..." Dark? It turned out she was scared of the dark.

Rupert's heart softened after this realization. As he looked at Annabel's face, he recalled the little girl who huddled up beside him with a pale face years ago.

A sense of pity brewed in his heart. Holding her hand, Rupert said, “Don't be scared. I'm here now. It's all right. I'll take you home."

His assuring words worked like magic. Annabel stopped shaking. She kept mumbling, but Rupert couldn't make out what she was saying. He just stood upright with her in his arms

"Tl never leave you. You are safe now. Don't be scared, okay?" He continued to comfort her on the way out.

Rupert gently put her in the passenger seat. When he tried to fasten the seatbelt for her, he saw that she was gripping his shirt with both hands. The woman in front of him was totally different from the one who told him off yesterday. His heart ached to see her like this.

Rupert blamed himself for not coming sooner. If he had saved her number when Bruce sent it to him, he would have saved her earlier. Anyway, it was better late than never. He couldn't even bear to think of

if she stayed in

her forehead with a wet towel and then tucked her in. Just as

find that Annabel's eyebrows were knitted

Her face was

to loosen her grip, but she caught his hand

with me please.. Her voice was shaky, not indifferent like it usually was. It was like that of a child who

face changing into that of

he felt that she had a striking

were one and the same person. If she was the little girl, he didn't mind staying with her and accompanying

already dawn by the timeAnnabel

yawnedand looked around in confusion. Before

she was holding his hand, she loosened her gripand sat up.

question came to her mind as

heart was beating faster than normal. Her throat

Rupert's bloodshot eyes and overall tired look, she tried to recall what happened last night. She scratched her head

me back, didn't you? Thank you. But