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

her if she stayed in the dark for

and carried Annabel to her bedroom He wiped the sweat on her forehead with a

only to find that Annabel's

slept uneasily. Her face was still a

her grip, but she

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

Rupert imagined Annabel’s face changing into

felt that she had a striking resemblanceto that

face when he looked at Annabel with tenderness in his eyes. It was as if they were one and the same person. If she was the little girl, he didn't mind staying with her and accompanying

already dawn by

yawnedand looked around in confusion. Before she could tell

was holding his hand, she loosened her gripand sat up. \What are you

question came to her mind as soon as she blurted it

was hyperventilating and her heart was beating faster than normal. Her throat was patched, so she texted Rupert

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

Thank you. But why did you sleep in my