Chapter 53 I Have The Final Say

Before Annabel could say anything, Rupert hung up abruptly.

Hearing the beeping tone on the phone, Annabel shook her head helplessly.

Why did Rupert call her again? Lately, he seemed to always look for her whenever something happened.

Confused, Annabel took the elevator to Rupert's office.

The door to his office was slightly ajar.

Before entering, she knocked on the door.

"Come in," Rupert called out.

Annabel pushed the door open and found Rupert sitting at his desk.

He had taken off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa, leaving only a white shirt on.

The topmost buttons on his chest were casually unbuttoned, exposing his well-defined chest muscles.

This coupled with his handsome face, he looked extraordinarily handsome.

At this moment, Rupert was staring at his computer screen and typing on the keyboard with one hand.

For a moment, Annabel fell into a trance.

It turned out that Rupert was an alcoholic.

His right hand was injured, yet he still worked tirelessly.

"Like what you see?"

Out of the corner of his eye, Rupert saw that Annabel was staring at him.He broke into a sly smile.His deep voice brought Annabel back to her senses.

Embarrassed, she coughed and changed the subject.

"Why did you call me?"

"You had a meeting with Brett this afternoon, right?"

Rupert stopped what he was doing.He leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other.

This simple yet graceful move fully encapsulated just how elegant and noble he was.

"That's correct."

by Rupert's concern

the jewelry? Or did he want to explore the jewelry market? "I

he spoke, Rupert narrowed his eyes at

Annabel nodded obediently.

sides to discuss next steps.I'm sorting out the minutes of the meeting

that Annabel couldn't wait

"Wait."

"Anything else?"

his injured

said I should apply ointment to the wound twice a

Annabel was confused.

"Okay.So do it."

"I don't know

to do something as simple as applying ointment? 1 Annabel was

help you,

rolled her eyes in

"Where's the ointment?"

at the

drawer, took out the ointment, squatted down and carefully unwrapped Rupert's

ointment with her fingers, and applied it on the wound

stroked the back of his hand, and the coolness of the ointment made Rupert

ever study

help but

what she was doing, too stunned to

very good at

down at the woman squatting in front

a little about it,"

some reason, what with Annabel rubbing his hand,

called her name in a

"Yeah?"

saw a spark of

"Do you really—"

ask, "Do

Annabel's phone rang and

I have to

took out her phone from her

It was Marcel calling.

saw the name "Marcel" flashing on

Annabel couldn't answer the phone properly. So

are you

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