My Killing President

“And so what?” Annabelle was unruffled.

So what?

“He sent you back, and the two of you spent such a long time in the car, doing God-knows what! Do you take me for a fool? Annabelle, it’s best you leave Alistair alone, or else you better watch it!” Yoi stared menacingly at Annabelle, like a psychotic killer.

I better watch it?

An anger was roused within Annabelle too.

“Yoi, I don’t know what you think you saw, but don’t make me your imaginary enemy.

I have zero whatsoever interest in Alistair. And let me repeat, you liking him doesn’t necessarily mean others would too!” Annabelle paused to pat her pulsing cheek very tenderly, “I’ll overlook your lawlessness this time, HOWEVER! If you continue to harass me, I won’t let it slide so easily again!”

“I see… so you’re still not giving up!”

At this point of time, Yoi was obsessed and she could no longer think straight. Annabelle did not bother to clarify further, she believed she had said enough.

glare hatefully at her and hissed, “Annabelle, just you wait! I’ll make sure you pay for it!”

way until she entered her car, drove away, and then she entered

What a pathetic woman!

just like what Ian Fleming said; once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times are

front of her dressing mirror and inspected her

What a savage!

of cream on her

……

minutes after climbing up her bed. That night though, for reasons she couldn’t put into words, her shoulders were tight. An uncomfortable pricking

mind would bring her back to the vivid memory in the car with Mu, and she would see his lips slowly closing in… Then

I

to pour herself a full glass of wine. She ambled to the balcony

a conclusion and mustered her resolve; she will leave Yun Rui right after

an infuriating experience being dragged into their mess. Moreover, she didn’t want Mu to

let out a helpless sigh as she crawled back on bed and closed

she woke up, it