My Killing President

Chapter 187 Remarry 1

But at that moment, Alistair caught her hand suddenly and pushed her back. After that, he climbed on

top of her…

Annabelle was shocked. When she looked at the man in front of her and saw her reflection in his deep

gaze, she was even more surprised. Annabelle didn't know what to do.

"Who allowed you to leave? Huh!?" Alistair's enticing voice resounded by her ear. There was a faint

smile of alcohol that matched with his cologne.

"You… You are drunk. If you have anything to say, we should talk some other day!" Annabelle said.

The drunk Alistair was definitely more seductive than usual, and also… More dangerous.

Right when Annabelle wanted to move, Alistair caught her tighter. He pressed on top of her and

Annabelle couldn't move an inch.

"You…"

"Annabelle, tell me, what should I do with you?" Alistair looked at Annabelle and spoke slowly. The

men's tone was filled with helplessness.

Annabelle frowned and she didn't understand the man. But at that very moment, his approach was

frustrating her.

"Alistair, you are drunk!"

"Drunk?" When Alistair heard her, he smiled suddenly and squinted his eyes, "does that mean I can do Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

everything I want now, huh?"

When Annabelle heard him, her face blushed, "Alistair!!!"

When Alistair saw how nervous Annabelle was and her blushed face, he broke into a smile suddenly.

All of his frustration was swept away.

He enjoyed looking at the nervousness of the woman. Such was more befitting of a woman. Annabelle

had always carried herself like a cactus, always defending herself with her thorns. Only right now she

seemed adorable.

When Annabelle saw Alistair smiling, she was stunned. It was the first time she saw him smiling like

that after knowing him for so long.

She had to admit…

He was truly charming…

Especially during the night, under the dimmed light. The man was so close and she could see his face

clearly, like the most prized masterpiece of an old artist, perfect and admirable.

His smile was seducing and enigmatic.

At that moment, Annabelle had a sudden thought and it was also her first time thinking, that the man

wasn't as bad as she had imagined.

At least… She felt so at that moment.

At that time, Alistair stared at Annabelle and he squinted his eyes. The two remained silent in the car

filled with their scents…

Alistair stared at Annabelle and approached her slowly.

Annabelle stared back at Alistair. She could feel his intention and she averted her face.

When Alistair saw her gesture, he frowned and said, "Annabelle, do you hate me?" Alistair asked

suddenly and he sounded hopeless.

Annabelle was stunned to hear that from someone of Alistair's stature. The man was always high and

mighty and arrogant.

Annabelle pondered for a while and replied, "I don't!"

"If you don't, why were you smiling so gently to others but always so protective towards me?" Alistair

asked. The man had been troubled by this for a long time.

When Annabelle heard him, she was stunned and replied, "you are overthinking!"

"Really?" Alistair asked back.

Annabelle nodded.

But she was diffident.

Of course she was protective towards the man. Previously she was afraid that Alistair might find out

about her true identity. And now… It was because he was too dangerous.

But now the man was on the verge of doing something dangerous, she didn't dare to admit.