The Most Loving Marriage: Don't Be Too Bad, Mr President

The simple question dumbfounded Annabelle and left her at loss of word. Alistair looked as if he knew and was just waiting for her to answer.

“Mr. Mu, I think you are mistaken. I just got back recently (from London), how could we have cross path before?” Annabelle forced a most unsuspecting smile.

“Mr. Mu, I have a lot of work to do, so I really must go.” Annabelle ducked under his arms and hurried out the door, not waiting for his response. Once she was out she raced across the hallway and disappeared behind the corner.

Alistair however still had his arms on the wall. A little caught off guard, all he could do grin from ear to ear. He was greatly amused, like a hunter who had just found his game.

What a woman!

Annabelle stopped in an empty hallway. She put her palm on her chest and took some deep breaths, trying to soothe her frenzied heartbeat. All she could think about was what had just happened with Alistair. She thought about his actions, his words and his demeanor…

Was he really that unaware?

Or did he intentionally act that way?

worried sick. She could believe that not only had she run into him during her second day back

Alistair knew that you deliberately deceived him,

resound in

have to pay

could handle pressure like this much better than before. However, things may

in the world is this happening to me? Today the word that could best describe me was “luck.”

her. It was highly probable and definitely the most logical outcome. It wouldn’t take Sherlock Holmes

or not, she could not stay in this company. Luckily, Annabelle was certain that the president would fire her

being discredited, I might as

and

bummer! Resigning on the first day

than sorry. To avoid unnecessary risk,

headed back towards her department. It was then her

“Hello,”