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My Killing President novel Chapter 60

“Maybe, I can help you now…” He breathed softly and it tickled her ear.

Annabelle’s heart pounded rapidly, and nervousness sucked the very breath from her mouth.

WHAT IS HE TRYING TO DO?!

In the shadows their faces were so close to each other and there was a sweet, ropy fragrance of the wine they have been drinking. As his entire body slowly inched closer, Annabelle crept backwards in panic. Nervousness washed over her, raising the fine hairs on the back of her neck and she stare into Mu’s eyes unblinkingly.

Neither of them spoke.

Initially Mu intended to just tease her. Now heat rose from his stomach to his chest. Annabelle was making such a vulnerable and inviting face. His gaze slid down slowly to her lips, and he moved in closer…

Annabelle forgot to breathe, her heart was suspended right at her throat.

IS HE CRAZY!?

In the spur of the moment, Annabelle’s trembling fingers found their way to the door handle. She unlocked it and sprung out the car.

“Mr. Mu, thanks…thanks for sending me home! I’ll get in now!”

Mu was a little unsettled losing his chance and he tried his best to appear unfeeling.

He was tickled looking at Annabelle nervous like a bride.

“Aren’t you inviting me in for a cup of tea?”

“That’s too bad Mr. Mu. I’ve never drank tea. There’s no tea in my house too, so I guess we’ll take a pass. Thank you, drive safe, bye bye!”

“I don’t mind coffee too!”

“I just moved in, everything’s a mess inside. Not only coffee, I don’t even know if there’s water supply! Therefore I don’t think it’s possible to host you Mr. Mu!” Annabelle gave no room for bargain.

Her comical attempt made Mu chuckled, “Okay it’s getting late. I’ll go now!”

Annabelle interjected impatiently, “Bye, see you, drive safe!”

Looking at how desperate Annabelle wanted to send him off but still pretended to be courteous, he had an impulse to tease her more. But then he would just appear untactful and desperate. Furthermore he earnestly enjoyed this chemistry with her…

He wanted to take it slow and patiently unveil this woman!

Mu said no more and revved his car off. There was a satisfied grin on his face.

Annabelle almost had a heart attack when his car suddenly vroomed and screeched off!

This jerk, he must be doing that on purpose! Can’t he just drive normally?!

She waited until his car completely disappeared in sight, then she released the breath she unknowingly held.

She moseyed to her apartment and had a troubled expression. Right before she entered, a high-pitched voice like that of a dentist’s drill pierced from behind.

“Annabelle!!!”

She turned back and was stupefied with a painful, burning sensation that gradually pulsed through her face.

Annabelle squinted to focus her vision, her teeth and jaw were numbing with pain. She saw Yoi stood right in front of her, her face was twisted and she was dark red as if molten lava flowed under her skin.

“ARE YOU CRAZY!?”

Annabelle cried out in shock. She was dumbfounded and did not do anything in return.

Yoi had come by today to hammer out some terms with her. The goddess of fate must be playing a trick with them when she saw Mu’s car. Although the windows were heavily tinted and she couldn’t peek through it, but she saw Annabelle exited after a long while and they continued to chit-chat intimately!

WHAT ELSE COULD THEY’VE DONE INSIDE?! Yoi was utterly consumed by rage.

“Crazy?! Annabelle! Do you deny that the one who sent you back was Alistair!?” Yoi lost it and shrieked.

Annabelle was taken aback, surely it was him and she had no intention to cover up.

“And so what?” Annabelle was unruffled.

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